Don't yell at me. I know I'm the most evil person in the world for leaving you hanging for more than 2 months. I'm a busy woman, and I barely find time to brush my teeth (but this is not the reason why I disappeared from Earth) .When your laptop shuts down for good, you suddenly lose inspiration and hope in life altogether. But I promise you that it won't happen again, I vow never to let you down and provide you with the next chapter very soon.


Klaus created this place from scratch. Everything in this company was the fruit of his hard work and wholehearted dedication, still the mob loved to credit Elijah for making The Mikaelsons Ad Agency prevail in the market against all odds, even though he was merely doing what any average account in the company could do. Nothing fancy.

Little did they know that talented creatives like himself were the pillars of this agency. Elijah's job was to bring accounts but Klaus' part was far much more complex as it consisted in keeping those million dollars' worth accounts around in the long term. He didn't expect a standing ovation from his family for saving the only surviving family business following the outbreak of war, but only recognition and equal respect. It wasn't like he was asking for the moon.

Sitting here at his old desk like some newly recruited creative waiting for an improbable promotion instead of being the long-life partner he should be made this place nothing short of a hellhole. He flusteredly lit a cigarette then took a long puff at it before he placed it between his fingers. After a few minutes of intense cerebration, trying to clear off the last bit of negativity from his mind, he felt like sketching, for that's what he would commonly do when he felt awfully lonesome. He opened the bottom drawer of his desk, the one in which he used to keep his sketch pad, and was rather surprised to find it lying under a stack of outdated magazines, as if he expected it to be elsewhere.

He blew the dust off the pad and began to draw circles on the paper. Klaus was ramming his mind into focus because of the pestering noise of the works outside, making it nearly impossible to focus. It'd been a while since he had last sketched something other than animals and landscape, he used to find his inspiration in women he admired, sometimes in those he hated, but at that moment, the little artist in him could only think of a one feminine muse, a lady he couldn't decipher this sickening attraction he was having for her. The sketch evolved slowly from random circles to a lovely brunette enjoying a hot bubble bath in her lavish tub. She was effortlessly sexy, gracious and her name was Andrea.

Klaus! You bad Klaus. She was beneath you. You're a lord and she is a peasant, a handmaid.

Klaus made sure he reminded himself constantly of that, lest he forget, because boy he tended to be forgetful. They each belonged to a different world and not in any way would the two worlds collide without causing irreversible damage to both of them. He ought not to forget as well that she was bound to move out in a few months' time and that he shouldn't be thinking of her that much.

He angrily crunched the paper and threw it in the trash can, striving to cast away her recurring face from his mind.

Klaus kept assuring himself that his sickening attraction to her was purely carnal, thinking otherwise would be patent nonsense and he liked to settle on this idea. He was a man after all, with a strong appetite, and she was a woman with a physique no straight man could fail to notice, and he wasn't the type to stop at noticing. It was less painful to think of it this way. In fact he was so close to actually convince himself that his fantasies were overrated and he could easily shake her off his mind permanently when felt a contraction pressing down his belly, jerking him out of his double bind.

A familiar tightness started building in his pants and he began to shift uncomfortably in his seat, unable to find a better position to ease his increasing erection.

Bloody hell.

Klaus sat bolt upright, striving to anchor himself to reality. It just cringed the hell out of his being the way his mind took pleasure in the illusion of her face which often came with a series of boners. The Handmaid and boners became like Hamburger and frites, never one without the other. And it sucked.

Hayley's naked back sprung into his mind unannounced again. His body sank slowly into the comfy rolling chair as he began to visualize the most illicit scenes with the leggy brunette in the hot tub, and he closed his eyes, delving into his own fantasies. Those delectable thighs he would so love to lick up, that tight ass his hands longed so much to squeeze, and her full lips he liked to bite. The things he wanted to do to her should stay unshared, things like these are likely to give the biggest pervs in town the creeps.

Suddenly he felt an urge need to go home and ravish the hell out of her despite the inner reprimanding voice that kept chiding him for giving in so easily to his raging instincts. His body was awfully aching for her, and it pained him to admit it.

How can women turn brittle men like himself so weak?

His eyes travelled instinctively to his calendar and a salacious grin crept to his face when he realized it was already 31th, the ceremony night, that is to say there were only a few hours left before he could turn his fantasies into reality. After an endless boring and unproductive day at work, he deserved something to elevate his spirits.

He was about to call it a day when the desk telephone rang. It was his secretary asking him to check his mailbox.

Strange. he hadn't received anything for a while. The lord took a brief look at the small wooden box under his desk and found one single mail. Klaus raised an inquisitive brow when he didn't find any information written on the envelope, not even a stamp. Someone delivered it hand to hand.

He ripped the paper open hurriedly and had almost fell off the chair with shock when his eyes fell on the picture of his brother Kol, alive and kicking. He might have mistaken him for someone else with the beard, but the signature cocky smile he was flaunting to the camera could only belong to him. Klaus didn't know what to do, his heart was racing. Kol looked so happy next to the petite brunette he was hugging in the picture. Her face was completely foreign to Klaus, but he could tell they were in love. Who was she?

Before he could move to the next picture, he paced to the door with undeniable zeal and panic to double-locked it, no person under the sun should see these pictures, then dashed back to his desk and proceeded flipping through the album. All the pictures were showing a joyous Kol who was displaying his love to the unknown woman beside him. Klaus couldn't help but smile, he could do with good news after everything he had been through, learning that his brother safe came like a beam of light to his grim world. He studied the pictures, looking for a clue, a message he could derive from them. Klaus thought he should perhaps ask the secretary about the identity of the deliverer, it might answer some questions. He pressed the button shakily, still rocked by the news.

"Renee, do you have an idea how this mail came to my office?" he asked.

A female voice spoke after a couple of seconds "Yes, Mr Mikaelson. A lady came in last Tuesday. I asked for her name but she only told she was a friend of yours then left quickly after she handed me the mail"

A Lady? Not many women came visiting him at his workplace. Who the hell could she be? Klaus wondered.

"Can you describe her to me please, what was she like?" he inquired eagerly.

"She was a pretty redhead in her late 20's I guess and she had green or grey eyes, I honestly don't remember"

It didn't take Klaus more than two seconds to forge a clear picture of the mysterious redhead who turned out not that mysterious after all. He ended the conversation abruptly to unlock his phone and dial the first number of his contact, Aurora's.

He was overwhelmed with excitement. Never had he imagined that she would keep her word. Aurora fortunately didn't break her promise. All though he had some doubt, he knew deep down that she wouldn't let him down.

"Hello Nick" she picked up and his heart skipped a beat.

"tell me they're not photoshopped" his tone was tense, yet undeniably optimistic.

"And you assume that I would stoop to the level of doing such a thing, like I have the time and mood for nasty pranks. If you need my answer then No, they're real Nick. Your brother is alive" she answered, slightly irritated by his accusations.

"Sorry love, I'm still under the shock. But how… how did you find him?"

"You won't believe the shit I've gone through so these pictures would end on your desk. I had to sit through many boring events and tolerate unbearable acquaintances for your baby blue eyes Nick. You owe me a treat, with your dick for dessert. And By dick I mean your head" Klaus chuckled. He had known Aurora for so long he could pretty much tell she was biting her bottom lip at that moment.

"stop biting them, that's my task" he retorted playfully but he quickly regained his serious tone "you didn't tell me who brought you these pictures?"

"Someone who has a vested interest in helping you. I don't know his name like every single douchebag I was forced to deal with in my query, but I know how to get in touch with him and don't tell me how"

"How?" and he could imagine her rolling her eyes.

"I can't, don't push it Nick" she replied curtly as she switched the phone to the other ear.

"Who's this man? Al-zawahri?"

"You'd better not poke into it any further. Your brother is alive, stop the question bombardment. Kol is alive! And here we thought the world was ridden of his infectious stupidity"

"Aurora this is the best thing that happened to me this year, we both agree on this. I thought you were just being nice when you said that you were going to help me. I don't know how to …"

"Oh sure you do know how to thank me" she cut him out and he didn't object, then she added "Come to Jezebel tonight, I'll be there with a bunch of friends, wear something nice"

"Is he going to be there?"

"You're not going to stop, aren't you? Alright, If you give me your word, I might make a few calls to arrange a meeting between you and one of his assistants"

"They revoked my lordship, I can't go there anymore, just to remind you" he sighed.

"You're shunned and so bloody what? You still belong to the upper class Nick, besides you have a handmaid. They would be damned to reject an extra harlot to the crowd. These freaks are so thirsty"

Her last words felt unpleasantly like a burning pin into his heart. Hayley was a harlot to the lords, Aurora wasn't wrong. As a matter of fact, he didn't treat the handmaid any better, which shouldn't come as a surprise, but why was he surprised. That's because it threw him back to the cold harsh reality he liked so much to escape. Aurora's blatancy came across so offensive as if it was targeted to him. This was no healthy way of reasoning, he chastised himself, for it was less painful to act like things were going the way they should be. Just let it be Klaus.

"No master is allowed in without the company of his handmaid, but I don't want to bring her" he reminded her.

"Don't you trust her? Are you afraid that she might see something?"

"Though she's been around for only a month, she got me in so much trouble I don't even know where to start"

"Klaus Mikaelson's got the heebie-jeebies because of a troublesome maid. This sounds like a lame excuse, if she acts up, we will kill her"

"Stop talking like a gangster, you can't even squish a roach. I just don't want to be treated like a lesser man. People will think that I had to drag my handmaid to the other side of the city to be allowed in. This is so demeaning"

"Or maybe they will think that you're just like anyone else, trying to have a good time. They don't care Nick, they'll be too busy screwing each other's maids to even notice you"

"Whatever" he scoffed "Thank you Aurora"

"It's my pleasure" and she ended the conversation with a kiss through the telephone "See you tonight"

"Good bye" he returned the kiss before she hang up.

Meeting this benevolent stranger in and of itself would be a huge stride towards his goal. It might lift the veil on many things, like the identity of Mr. Anonymous and his motives. He could finally join his brother. Klaus reveled in the electric excitement running through his body at the idea of leaving the country, all the same he reminded himself not to let his ambition get so far ahead, for the sake of realism. But since his favorite brother was alive, he could do with celebration and a moment of undue elation.

Klaus put on his coat and kicked the last drawer shut with the back of his heel. He had thought of a million ways to tell his mother about the pictures on his way out of his office, still couldn't see the point in breaking the secret in the first place. Good news aren't always meant to be shared, especially with a loudmouth as his mother. He couldn't trust anyone with this piece of information, at least not now. Hence, it was best he kept it from everyone and spare himself all the headache.

The secretary was watching her boss strolling towards the elevator while humming a merry little tune. She hadn't seen him in high spirits for a long time, or maybe ever, if her memory served her well. Before he pressed the button, he span to the opposite direction to meet the old lady's inquisitive gaze.

"You can go home, I won't be back until tomorrow morning" and he dashed into the elevator.

"Good night sir" she said.

He looked into the elevator mirror, studying his face and wondering for the first time of his life what was wrong with his look. He grew up as a heartthrob. Wherever and whenever he went, women's eyes would follow him like a magnet and he would only need to smile or talk to make the hottest women swoon over his dimples and British accent. It had so far worked like magic until he met the stubborn maid who surprisingly remained unfazed by his charms, making him question his own techniques. Any average looking guy would have felt so insecure with such a frigid woman.

But you're not average, you're Klaus Mikaelson! pull yourself together for god's sake!


Rebekah was sitting in the living room, flipping through her magazine while chewing noisily her gum. It was raining cats and dogs outside and no one seemed to care except for her about the water leakage that could destroy the barn outside at any moment. Although she made her feelings clear to Oliver when she openly asked him to leave her alone in her last letter, she couldn't stop worrying about his welfare.

"Stop it!" Katherine snapped, her eyes still fixed on her well-groomed nails as she painted them in a vivid fuchsia red.

"Stop what?" Rebekah close the magazine as she looked at her sister-in-law.

"the popping sound you make with your mouth, it's so disturbing"

"Oh sorry to distract you from whatever scientific experiment you're so engrossed in. This is not the only room in the house, remember?"

"Sure, but this is the only room with a beautiful French window opening onto the garden"

Rebekah jumped up from the sofa and stomped towards the French window, with her back facing the brunette she stood there, watching the rain pounding the earth relentlessly.

"He won't be here before 7. Don't bother wait by the window like a stalker" Katherine spoke again and it was the final straw.

"Seriously get off my back!" Rebekah bawled at her, ruffling her wavy blond hair angrily.

"So tense today, I think I know why" Katherine giggled.

"You're so .." Rebekah was all for taking their bickering session to the next level when she spotted Hayley pacing down the stairs "…. Klaus ought to be here by now. Tonight is the ceremony, the night where he could finally get some".

And Bingo. Rebekah could see Katherine's once complacent smirk shift into a straight line as her brows furrowed slightly.

"Actually I wasn't talking about Klaus earlier and we know it's the ceremony tonight" She stared at the blonde while she regained her seat on the velvet sofa. Rebekah was about to leave when she heard the brunette whispering "I saw him this morning, he looked completely washed out, poor thing his love for you is eating him alive" she sighed, feigning pity.

The youngest Mikaelson remained unmoved by her provocations, she knew that if she stopped to Katherine's level she would lose. Because apparently bringing up Oliver's name every now and then became the brunette's new-found hobby, and Rebekah would of course retaliate by praising Hayley's work to shut her down, which worked most of times, but this time she intended to give her the silent treatment Katherine Pierce abhorred so much for a change.

"Glad to learn that you're no more obsessed with my brother and that you found a new victim. I consider this as a huge step towards adultery" Katherine's face showed an indifferent expression but deep down all she really wanted was to strangle the blonde to death for her venomous response.

"Elijah is going to buy me a new car for our two year anniversary, my obsession for him won't falter" her entire focus was on her long nails.

"I wasn't talking about 'lijah earlier and we all know about your fancy anniversary gift. My lovesick of brother will be stripping for money to pay his debt before long"

"With that great body of his he might even pay the governor's debts as well"

"Funny you talk like a gold digger who moved to this house 2 years ago and who also couldn't take a hint although I asked her so many times to get off my back"

"I know you love me Bekah so stop calling me what I'm not" she pouted to her and the blonde reacted with an eye-roll "Contrary to what you think, I happen to love your brother beyond unreasonable doubt. His money is a peripheral interest"

"Which brother again?" and that was how Rebekah decided to end their chat and was beyond glad to see that priceless puzzled look in Katherine's eyes. The latter opened her mouth to say something but was interrupted by Klaus' arrival.

"Hello everyone" he tossed his coat on the couch before he threw himself next to Rebekah, causing the sofa to wobble under his weight. The two ladies abstained from talking, as though they agreed to ignore him in his absence. He rested his head onto his sister's lap and said "let me guess, you were talking about me, as usual"

"Get over yourself Klaus, the world doesn't revolve around your chesty ass" Katherine snuck a glance through her thick lashes at him.

"is this true Rebekah? That this world, with all the money it bears and all the lovely ladies it parades, does not really revolve around my … what did she say.. oh yes bonny ass"

Rebekah couldn't ignore him for long as he kept snuggling himself beside her like a puppy, crying for attention.

"I'm not stroking your hair Nick, you can ask your maid for that. She'll be thrilled" her words didn't seem to please Katherine who pursed her lips uncomfortably.

"Why is everyone so mean to me" he feigned hurt, his eyes fixed on the grumpy brunette squirming in front of him "Maybe I'll ask Kathy, since she's so bored without Elijah pandering to her every whim"

"Start by being polite first" she glared at him and he chuckled, not buying into her serious tone.

"Would you be so nice as to stroke my … hair?" Rebekah's hand came quickly over her mouth to smother her laughter.

"What?" Klaus snarled.

"How about you go to your beloved maid, I bet she can do more than stroking"

"Oh yes she does. Since you too are as useful as Chicken's wings, I have no other option but to resort to her help"

"We don't give a damn, just go" the brunette scoffed as she leaned back into the comfy sofa, bucking her knees under her.

"This is no way to treat the father of your future child" he plumped noisily on the armrest near her and stretched his arm over her head. Rebekah watched her sister in law fidgeting in her seat, not sure whether because of her brother's ill-tasted statement or the way his body leaned, offensively close, on hers. Klaus didn't sound the slightest bit serious, contrary to Katherine who clearly took his words the wrong way.

"But you won't be the father, just like she won't be the mother" she could feel his beguiling eyes on her, he leaned back, sensing her urge for space. An awkward silence followed her last words. Rebekah stared at the ceiling, feeling the increasing cold atmosphere in the room.

"Oh look the rain has stopped" she spoke with fake enthusiasm.

"Alright ladies, I gotta go. It's getting late" Klaus headed to the corridor.

"Break a leg" Rebekah cheered. He didn't utter a word.

Katherine's eyes travelled the length of the hallway as she stared at Klaus' back disappearing into the darkness of the corridor. Ceremony nights took the tall on her although they had only been two so far. She couldn't have her weakness be revealed in front of everyone but there were moments where she couldn't deny the urge of tearing apart any woman who would dare laying a finger on him. She watched him whoring around in the last year, jumping from bed to bed in his search for consolation, exhausting his entire physical and emotional capacities in a self-destructive sex/alcohol binge he nearly died from. Yet, she learned how to reconcile herself to the idea of seeing him with other women. She had Elijah, the love of her life; the lame excuse she kept telling her delusional self. But time taught her one thing, that reality is a hundred time uglier, more palpable when it appears before one's eyes. While she was flipping nervously through the pages of the magazine, he might have already started getting undressed. They might have even began to kiss and because she knew how heavenly a kisser he was, the handmaid would certainly revel in the taste of his luscious lips. She would rejoice at the sensation of his naked body grinding against hers and the smell of his golden locks slipping between her demanding fingers. In no time, their moans would reverberate in the entire house and bereave her heartbroken heart from sleep. Katherine shuddered at the grim vision, feeling so cold and abandoned all of the sudden. She missed him so much, she missed being so close to him.

"I miss Elijah" she curled her arms around herself as she felt a wave of cold travelling through her body.

"He'll be back in two days, stop being such a baby Katherine" Rebekah said before she got up from her seat and walked out of the room.

"Are you going too?" Rebekah turned around and smiled at the melancholic brunette.

"Well I thought you needed personal space to spy on my brother without my unnerving presence"

Katherine's eyes widened before she grabbed the magazine and threw at the sly blonde with all her might, too bad it landed on the wall.

"Go to hell" she shouted.

"No thank you, I spent enough time with you" Rebekah popped her head around the wall then draw it back quickly before she received another object onto the face.

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