As Magenta had expected, as soon as she walked through the palace doors, her supervisor came charging up to her.

"Magenta, where have you been? There are piles of paperwork on your desk that hasn't been done. Research, important meetings with the other planets and plans to take over Earth, have not been able to take place because you haven't done it. The Queen is furious and she's threatened to have me executed if this mess isn't sorted out. This is all your fault. You handle the paperwork." He bellowed in her face.

"I-I-I'm sorry…I've been – I'll get -"

"Don't you dare talk to my sister like that." Riff Raff growled, cutting her off. He could sense she didn't want him to know what really happened, so he made up an excuse. "She's been ill. It's not her fault you haven't employed enough staff. My sister has worked hard all her life, despite the amount of pressure you put on her, and hasn't missed a day of work before. So don't you ever blame her. If this is how you treat your staff, you deserve to be executed."

"Riff, please don't, it's fine. I'll sort it. Please, stop." Magenta begged.

The supervisor glared at them both and then pointed at Riff Raff.

"I'd do as she says. If you speak to me like that again, I'll have you executed." He whispered dangerously. "I'll be having a word with your supervisor." He turned to Magenta. "Get to work."

"Yes sir." She answered quickly and ran off without even saying goodbye to her brother.

The supervisor followed her down to the little office room at the end of the hallway. Riff Raff glared after him before stalking off to his own section of the palace.

Riff Raff worked in research and knew the mess he was on about. However, none of this was Magenta's fault. If that slime ball had employed more people to help Magenta out with the paperwork, they wouldn't be having this trouble.

Riff Raff remembered, before they went to Earth with Frank, she had been given so much paperwork to check and fill in and sign, she had worked late into the night. He had gotten worried when she hadn't come home and went to look for her. He had found her asleep at her desk, head resting on a pile of papers. He woke her up, her head had shot up, a piece of paper stuck to her face. Riff Raff had finished the papers for her. He growled at the memory.

Magenta stared at her desk. She could hardly see it due to the amount of paper on it. Her supervisor stormed in, making her jump.

"I'll have this finished by the end of today." She told him.

"You'd better. You should tell your brother to hold his tongue around his superiors. He could just find himself with a one way ticket to the execution room." He snarled.

Magenta gasped and stared at him in shock.

"I-I'm sorry f-f-for his behaviour." She stuttered.

"Isn't he late for work? Oh dear, that's another mark against his name. One more and it's bye-bye to that trouble maker. Oh, I forgot, I haven't told his supervisor about his little outburst yet. That should be the last straw for him." He chuckled evilly.

Magenta stared at him, frightened.

"Sir, he has never done anything like this before. Please forgive him." She whispered.

He grinned at her and walked out of the room.

Sitting down at her desk she pulled a pile of work towards her. She couldn't read it, tears blurred her vision. Tears of fright for her brother. He could be executed and it would've been her fault. If she hadn't taken the time off work, this would never have happened.