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English is not my first language... so yeah, mistakes are mine.
Firing a photographer
"She what?!" Quinn yelled after Blaine recounted to her what Santana did. The Latina fired their newly hired photographer at the snap of her bitchy fingers because he made the greatest mistake of flirting with her.
You see, Snixx Magazine hires only the best people. It takes two weeks to gather enough information about candidate employees, when they have finally chose a person; it takes another week to finalize contracts and get the newly hired person to be familiar with the core values of the company. This, Quinn got easily well versed of since she helped April Rhodes go through the list of persons they need for the upcoming project. So sue her if she's having a fit after knowing what her favourite Latina did.
_flashback_
I just wanna see her. I mean, I wanna see whether or not she's doing my job right, right? Otherwise mami will be furious and that's not really nice to see. It's not like I wanna see her. Her blonde hair is shining like the freakin sun, too bright for my liking...
It's a Thursday, so not one of the days they agreed on. Santana is debating with herself, fussing about whether or not it's right to swing by the office.
Heck it's my office! It's only natural that I should come! Monitoring employee performance is vital for efficiency; it's like the ABC's of control. That's a business basic.
She tries to convince herself more as she entered her office. No backing out now.
Gah! Why am I even fussing about this? Blondie is prancing in my mind!
Santana does not want to admit to herself she is disappointed that she did not see the blonde girl inside. It's a Thursday after all so Quinn is doing her job, attending whatnots inside and outside the building, which she Santana Lopez should be doing.
She sat behind the huge mahogany table, feeling comfortable in the huge chair thinking that it was where the blonde sat and again, if you ask her about this she will deny it easily.
Blaine came inside with another guy tugging behind him. He looks to be around mid thirties. He is wearing a blazer over a shirt, which seems to be nothing more than street clothing. His jeans were ragged and he looked as if he just woke up from a night full of booze consumption.
"Santana. Good morning." Blaine sat on the chair in front of the desk and motioned for the guy to sit on the other chair. The Latina swivelled her chair and faced the two raising a brow after giving the unfamiliar guy a once over.
"Hey Blaine... and you are?" the guy scratched the back of his neck in a crude manner, demonstrating masochism, which started to make the brunette hate him. "Uh, sorry, this is Henry by the way, he's the photographer we've signed up for the project, we just need you to see his portfolio and we can finalize the contract." He said as he handed over to the Latina a huge folder containing some of Henry's work.
"Oh, okay, I'll look into this now while you go make me my coffee." Blaine is used to her being like this. Well, it's the only work she tells him to do which is out of his job description but he does not mind, knowing he gets to have a cup of the coffee specially brewed for the Latina.
"If you'll excuse me, I'll go get that now." He got out getting the coffee. Santana took the folder and stood up, she wants to get more comfortable.
One has to be at comfort to be able to judge some art right?
"Make yourself comfortable." She said to Henry as she sat down the huge couch crossing her legs, flipping pages of the portfolio. She placed the folder on the couch and an ample amount of cleavage came into display as she leaned over the folder flipping the pages. She was wearing a tube top under a corporate jacket, which she took off immediately after seeing that her secretary was not around. Yeah, she has to dress to please her secretary...
She did not see it when the guy stood up and sat too close to her for comfort. "How is it? Mighty fine, eh hot stuff?" he winked at her, travelling his sight from Santana's eyes to her cleavage.
"Excuse me?" Santana tried to keep calm knowing it's unprofessional to go all Central Park on the guy in the premises of Snixx. She's not a big fan of men hitting on her. Especially middle-aged smelly guys who think every girl is willing to welcome them with open arms and open legs.
"What do you say you and me do a private shoot after you sign me in sexy?" He made his voice sultry, in an attempt to seduce the Latina.
"I could use that nice piece of ass for a new masterpiece... Yeah." He tried even harder. That did it. Before his hands landed on her knee, Santana's already in high bitch mode.
"Fuck off bastard! If you think that you can flirt your way here or if you think you can bribe women with sex just so you can get what you want, then think again! Oh! Right! You cannot think having a fleabag for a brain! You're nothing but a sore loser wanna be so go find yourself someone else to hire your stinkin' ass! But I doubt that'll ever happen because after this conversation I'll make sure to publicize that you're a dickwad who thinks with his small cock apparent, and yeah, that was manifested on your dim-witted actions!" she is now standing in front of him with both hands on her hips.
Blaine overheard everything and rushed to them with fear of what Santana will do to the poor guy.
He hurried towards Henry and pushed him away from the Latina. "Go, go now if you don't want a broken bone."
"Now get out of here before I shove this mediocre excuse for a portfolio of yours up your asshole!" Henry was dumbstruck. He wanted to be fast but his brain made it otherwise. He clumsily grabbed his portfolio and almost stumbled at the edge of the couch as he made his way out.
"And don't ever show your face to me again!" She wanted to grab the guy and punch him to her heart's content
"Santana..." Blaine tried to coax her to relax but all the excess energy is running in her veins.
Fuck him! I'll break all his bones and stick em up his ass! How dare he act like that in front of me! More so, how dare he think that Snixx or any Lopez company stoop that low!
"Shut it hobbit!" She snarled still extremely irritated and agitated.
"Hey, tell Quinn I came by okay?!"She took her things from the table and stormed off the office leaving Blaine to fix what happened.
Quinn came back to the office in the afternoon thinking everything has already been taken-cared of.
_end of flashback_
"Argh! How childish of her! I can't believe she did something like that!" Now sitting where the brunette sat earlier she tries to make herself relax.
"I know right, but he was a sleaze ball after all. Who knows she might have saved us from having that kind of guy to work with. Don't worry, I've already asked some of my staff to look for a new photographer."
She wants to hate the Latina, but she deep down her pretty mind, she knows that Santana has a point, which makes her want to hate the Latina even more. What are you doing with me Lopez?
Quinn placed her hands on her head and massaged her throbbing scalp. Now's not the time to dwell in her bitch self. Holly will kill me if she finds out we're not ready.
"Did you tell them to look unto the other six we turned down?" she looked at Blaine with pleading eyes.
"Uh, no, they are already off the market, at least for now."
"Then we're doomed. We've narrowed our search to them which means they were the only ones who met our standards, and now, they're all unavailable, special thanks to Santana no-bastard-flirts-with-me Lopez."
"How are we ever gonna find a photographer who fits in Snixx's qualifications?" Blaine furrows his head in defeat sulking in the couch.
"Santana created this mess, she has to deal with it! I'm gonna make her fix her shit!" Quinn voiced her angry thoughts. The boy smiled at her, amazed. You do that Quinn Fabray!
No one dared to talk like this about Santana, let alone swear to make the Latina do something, no, especially not dealing with the consequences of her rash decisions.
"I don't know if this is the right thing to say, but I'm rooting for you on Santana."
After having the discussion with Blaine, Quinn called Santana, and after three rings, the Latina answered the phone cheerfully.
Hey Q!
Santana was honestly excited to hear from the blonde.
Don't Q me! You know my number and did not tell me about what you did earlier?
Quinn is still agitated
It's nice to hear from you too.
As usual, she used her best sarcasm voice.
Santana! You fired our only photographer and we have to start tomorrow!
Quinn can't help buy yell at her.
So...?
Santana tried to sound innocent hoping she can still get out from whatever the bonde is cunning for her to do.
Lopez if you think this is a joke, I'm gonna have wolves rip off you vocal cords!
Uh oh, Quinn is really mad.
Calm down Q.
You're going to take care of this immediately and we are not delaying the shoot any further!
No one tells me what to do.
Santana was shocked again, but this time, she was pleasantly surprised because the blonde have guts to be stern with her.
Well, get used to it Lopez because from now on I'm gonna tell you what to do!
Hey! You're not allowed to do that! You signed a secrecy agreement.
She complained sounding like a child.
Ha! You don't know what I am capable of! Just a little hint in the grapevine and you can kiss your trustfund goodbye.
Oh yes, I'm so gonna use that against you if it's the only way to make you work!
You wouldn't!
Santana does not want to believe her secretary but even if she does not want to, she kind of want to help Quinn for a change.
Oh I would! So now, you're gonna tell me where you are and you're gonna thank me because for some fucked up reason, I will help you deal with this.
I'm in my place up in Central Park. I'll send you the address.
Quinn received a text from Santana. It's her address.
I can't wait for you to come over! We're spending the rest of the day playing hookie just like in high school! I'll order in some bacon pizza for you.
Don't lose your resolve over bacon! Quinn internally scolds herself.
Argh! I'm coming over because I have some papers for you to sign and make sure you deal with this mess you made!
An hour or so after the phone conversation with her favourite Latina, Quinn found herself knocking on Santana's door in her penthouse in Central Park.
She pressed the buzzer and after a minute, Santana opened the door welcoming her into her loft.
Next Chapter:
Hmmm, what will Quinn find in the devil's lair?
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