"Do not fear, Marc is here!" Marc exclaimed, his hands toting a shopping bag from every store in New York. Wilhelmina jumped up from her position at the counter and met him in the Living Room, her eyes wide and wild. Marc huffed as he plopped all the bags down on the couch in a hurry.

"How much time do we have?"Wilhelmina asked, her eyes fluttering between Marc and the shopping bags.

Marc took a look at his watch and tapped it dramatically. "45 minutes."

"That's not enough time!" Wilhelmina panicked, only dressed in her tan Chanel robe.

Marc took her by the shoulders. "It's okay Willie just breathe..." He watched as Wilhelmina inhaled and exhaled furiously.

Wilhelmina stopped breathing and looked at each of her sides, where Marc's hands lay. "Your touching me."

Marc quickly released his hold on her and sighed. "Just took a chance..."

"How much time now?"

"43 minutes."

Wilhelmina huffed shakily, anxiety building up within her. "Damn it..There's no time...I'm gonna die...I'm gonna die and no one's gonna care if I'm buried in...Dolce or...CoCo." Wilhelmina squealed, her hormones overtaking the situation.

Marc's eyes widened and he reached into one of the bags and pulled out a tub of cooked pasta and a fork. "Here." He pushed it in front of her and watched as she took it reluctantly. "Eat."

Wilhelmina stuck out her lip and snatched the tub, plopping down on the couch next to the bags in the process. "No ice cream?" She asked sheepishly.

Marc shook his head. "You know how it sets off your...Marc sickness...Now c'mon focus." Marc held up a blue Dior dress out of one bag and a Black Cavali out of another. "Pick."

Wilhelmina tilted her head to the side. "What size are they?"

Marc huffed again, growing irritated with the hormonal Willie. "You cannot be concerned with that right now... You can't fit your old clothes so we are improvising with a size...6"

Wilhelmina coughed, as if those very words had caused a noodle to go down the wrong pipe. Marc sighed, "I know it's hard but we'll get through this ...now choose!"


Daniel sniffed his coffee cautiously, the aroma coming off more peculiar then usual. He looked up from his cup when he spotted Alexis entering the room, the softball uniforms in hand.

"Hey, great job on the uniforms but the girls aren't going to want to wear flats, I suggest a high heeled cleat."

Daniel scoffed. "Yeah well that sounds practical."

Alexis ignored his comment as her eyes wandered his office, taking in the various charts and graphs displayed behind him. "Have you been here all night."

"A couple of nights actually. There's alot of work to be done in the Madalyn B'dee presentation."

Alexis shrugged. "Well you don't have to kill yourself doing it."

"Yes I do...We need the account."

"All I'm saying is, you have a really strong Creative director, yo-"

"No." Daniel stated, cutting her off immediately."No, I told you NO Wilhelmina. She wants my job, she wants my magazine and she probably even wants my softball team...I don't trust her."

Alexis mellowed. "She isn't the only one you don't seem to be trusting around here."

"Alexis what do you expect? You turned your back on me when you gave her a title."

"Daniel-" Alexis started but Daniel again cut her off.

"LOOK...I have a presentation to finish."

Alexis rolled her eyes and dropped the uniform on his desks, turning and storming away.


Madalyn B'dee shook her head. "I don't understand...what is 23...23...what?" Her German accent peeking out between her speech.

Daniel scratched his head, Wilhelmina,Marc, Betty and Alexis's eyes all boring into the back of his head. "Uhhh, that is the average age of the wealthiest sector of the urban demographic we're targeting. See it's right here on the chart..see." Daniel stated confidently as he gestured towards the orange pie chart.

Madalyn B'dee huffed. "I am confused...Is anyone else confused?"

Marc jumped in humorously. "YA!"

Wilhelmina sighed. "Of course your confused...because its confusing. Thorough..yes, Accurate...indeed, but it just makes my head hurt. Madalyn, we've done a terrible job of appealing to your head...perhaps we can appeal to your heart."

Wilhelmina pushed herself up from the chair and continued, much to the distaste of Daniel and Betty. "What Daniel is neglecting to say is: This weekend is the Mode versus Elle annual charity softball game...What if we donated the proceeds to England Von Kindlen...The children's charity you co-chair in the Netherlands?" Wilhelmina sneakily laid a hand on her bump, drawing attention to it. "As an expectant mother myself, I care a great deal about the lives of children...and especially the poor and the disadvantaged."

Madalyn smiled. "And what do you want in return.

Wilhelmina moved in like a thief in the night, aiming for what she wanted. "1 year commitment to 20 pages per issue at a 30% reduced rate of course." Wilhelmina leaned in and smiled. "Houte?"A German term.

Madalyn's people quickly huddled for discussion. Madalyn smiled back at Wilhelmina. "We'll Houte!"


Daniel stormed down the corridor of the hallway with Betty following intensely behind him. "She made me look like an ass in there."

"It's okay Daniel, she stole the show, she-"

Betty stopped when she witnessed the little boy in his office. "Um..Daniel."

Daniel looked up, confused. "What the-"

The little boy smiled and looked at him. "Papa!"


Daniel stormed into Wilhelmina's unannounced, her door flinging open as he entered. Wilhelmina looked from her desk, as did Marc, wide eyed.

"Well Daniel, To what do I owe this delightful gust of wind?"

"Your evil you know that right?"

Wilhelmina squinted. "So what your saying is...I researched every woman you slept with, found out which one had an illegitimate child, waited for the woman to die and then arranged for the child to come on a class trip from Europe just to...upset you?"

"You are not going to be beat me here Wilhelmina...You may own a third of this company but I am still the Editor-In-Chief of this magazine...You have no moves in this Chess games."

Wilhelmina chuckled. "Daniel, I play Chess...Your playing Checkers."

Marc giggled. "Teehee."

Daniel shook his head. "Either way...You have...no moves." Daniel stated, unsure as he backed out of her office.

As soon as the door was closed, Wilhelmina moved from her desk and Marc followed suit excitedly. "Well, that chu-chu has gone off the train, right? I mean there isn't some twisted scheme that you haven't told me about, is there?"When Wilhelmina didn't answer, Marc gasped, his eyes widening with every breath. "There is...Oh my God, You are diva brilliance."

"Marc...I didn't plan this." Wilhelmina lifts her palms to the ceiling, he eyes uplifting. "God must truly love us. So much so, that he dropped a little French boy in our laps, right in our time of need."

Marc picks it up. "Go GOD...and Viva La France...So what are you thinking."

Wilhelmina bit her bottom lip. "Uh...Lunch and then Plan."

Marc gasped dramatically. "Lunch and THAN Plan?"

Wilhelmina narrowed her eyes towards Marc as she inched towards him until their noses nearly touched. "You tell no one."

Marc gulped, slowly stepping back from her presence. "Pasta or Ice cream."


"Thank you...You too." Wilhelmina spoke, her phone pressed gently against her ear. Once she hung up Alexis decided to come forward calling her to her attention.

"Alexis darling, to what do I owe this pleasant surprise?"

"Just wondering if you have the PR in check..Specifically Madalyn?"

Wilhelmina nodded. "That was just her, and I was finally able to convince her to come back on board."

"Good."

"Yes she's fine with now that Daniel's taken a step back after...someone leaked the story about his...son to the press."

"Thank you Wilhelmina."

"Oh of course...It's absolutely fine...me taking care of everything while Daniel handles things with his...little bastard...I understand now more than anything the importance of family but to be honest, it's just been alot easier ...getting things done around here by myself.

"What are you saying?"

"It's just...Alexis...You and I...we had a plan, we were going to take over the company TOGETHER. And I of course know why you your brother...but...YOUR in charge now, You need to do what's best for the magazine."

"And that would mean, getting rid of Daniel?"

"Well that's a little harsh but just think of it more as...reassignment to a new position in the Meade Empire that might be a better suit for him...If there's one thing I've learned, family will always be there Alexis, but with Daniel running things I'm not sure Mode will."


At the Mode Charity Soft Ball game all is in style and all is in chaos. Marc and Amanda continue to terrorize the audience withed their slutty cheers while Betty eagerly tries to escape the wrath of Gio and Henry. Meanwhile Daniel heads over to where Wilhelmina sat, shaded away from the heat in complete Willie Uniform, complete with customized sleeves and Maternity shirt just to screw with the Meade's.

"What the hell do you think your doing? Daniel asked, his anger near boiling.

Wilhelmina looked up from her visor and sighed. "Daniel it's a basic concept, been around since the beginning of time; it's called sitting.

"Wilhelmina do not play games with me, you know exactly what I am talk about."

"Ohhh Daniel, screaming at a pregnant woman...not good for your rep."

"Oh don't speak to me about my reputation when you damn near tarnished it in the news."

"Daniel-"

"You leaked the story about Daniel Jr. to the press."

Wilhelmina stood up and smirked. "Oops BUSTED."

"Take a look around Wilhelmina, ya see those people? That's my team and my magazine, stop trying to push me out."

Wilhelmina scoffed. "Trying? Daniel darling it's done. Your sister already pushed you out."

"No, She asked me to keep a low profile until we got the Madalyn B'dee account back."

"Ohhh so you don't know?...It's no longer a low profile...it's no profile. You are no longer Editor-In-Chief of Mode...I am."

Daniel stared in awe as Wilhelmina walked back over to the bench were they were calling for a pitcher.

"I'll pitch!" Wilhelmina threw up her hands and shed her jacket.

As Wilhelmina strutted down the red clay, Suzuki's voice boomed through the stadium. It appears we had a last minute change on the roster. Wilhelmina Slater will be pitching for Mode. And first up to bat for Elle Magazine: Joe Zee! Wilhelmina took a step forward and grabbed her mit, positioning for pitch.

Joe Zee gulped and dropped his bat. "Sh-She can't pitch...She's pregnant!"

Wilhelmina chuckled. "Oh really now..Pitch on this Bitch!" Wilhelmina tossed the ball one after another, him instantly missing all of them.

After 3 shots he dropped his bat and propped his hands on his hips. "I must have been distracted by how fat and pregnant you look in white."

Wilhelmina laughed softly. "I'm due in November, what about you?"

"Bitch."

Wilhelmina scoffed. "Next!."

Meanwhile, The Meade clan gathered on the outskirts of the gate to discuss their little...problem.

"Alexis how could you do this to me?" Daniel asked, obviously distressed.

"I'm doing what's best for the company."

"A company I'm still a third owner of."

"We'll find something else for you to do, but Mode just isn't it."

Daniel, heartbroken, looked from Claire to Alexis in desperation. When no emotion was shown he headed over to his son for comfort. Claire shook her head, turning to Alexis in disgust.

Up next for Elle; Robbie Myers.

Wilhelmina smirked, positioning herself to pitch.Bitch, stole my cover in 04' Wilhelmina threw the ball and Robbie struck back with all her might, only to have Wilhelmina catch the ball right with her bat.

"Nice try Robbie."

Robbie threw her bat down in defeat."Bite me."

"Love you too dear...NEXT!"

Nice catch Willie., way to handle a ball! ...Next up the Most Infamous member of the supermodel trinity, the ferocious and fierce, Naomi Campbell

Wilhelmina watched, unimpressed as Naomi twirled and strutted through the red dirt, kissing cheerleaders and flirting with bases.

Naomi turned to her team and smiled. "Don't worry darling, I'll wield this bat with love." Naomi halted, her phone vibrating in her pocket. Immediately after she picked it up everyone ducked except for Willie of course! in fear of their lives. "Bono! not now darling, I'm playing cricket. ..kay." She hung up and handed over her phone to the nearest cheerleader. She turned to Wilhelmina and positioned herself in the batting position. "Give it me Mama."

Wilhelmina nodded confidently. "Oh I'm gonna give it to you. " She leaned in carefully and planted her plump red lips on the pristine, perfectly rounded white ball. She breathed deeply and sighed as she hurled the ball towards , Naomi didn't miss and actually struck out the ball.

"I got it!" Sounded from all of the mouths of Betty, Henry and Gio until the ball finally landed...on Betty's head.

"Is she alright?" Naomi asked as they crowd around her, checking to see if she was even alive after that pitch.

"She's fine." Wilhelmina replied dryly. "Now...WHO WON?"


Daniel huffed, his heart breaking as he watched Marc hand out champagne while Wilhelmina climbed into the orange donut. He snarled when Alexis proudly handed her the Softball trophy. Wilhelmina smiled modestly, acting as if she didn't tell Marc to throw that party. As soon as she spotted Daniel her smiled broadened and she raised the trophy in his direction. He looked to DJ, trying to smile yet knowing he had to plot his revenge...at all costs.


If you don't know where this is going...Next stop: DaniminaTown...Connor Interference...Daniminavillie