Alrighty then Everybody!
Part 4 has been revised a lot, too! Anyways, some of the stuff in the fic I had to make up (doi!)...but you'll figure out what they are when you get there. Don't get mad or anything, it's just for the sake of the story. Enjoy!
Thanks & Bunches ~ Stargaziey
Disclaimer: I don't own Hey Arnold! (Though it would be nice.)
Magic Remembered Part 4 ~ Villains Have Parties Too
by: Stargaziey
Stepping out of the shower, Helga G. Pataki went into her bedroom and began to get ready for the party downstairs. She stepped over to the armoire where here dress was hanging. She loved this dress. At first glance, one might the think the dress was white, but when looked at just right they would discover that the dress is, in fact, a pearly pink.
But, Helga's stomach gave a leap when she saw, settled softly around the neck of the hanger was a lovely corsage with a single white rose. It had little, light pink buds all around to match her dress, but it was the white rose that made her gasp.
"What in the name of creation is going on around here?" Helga asked herself. "How can this possibly happen again? I'm in Paris; Arnold is...well who know where Arnold is." Helga lightly fingered the delicate rose blossom and for the first time in a long time said, "Oh, Arnold, my love..." A tear rolled down her cheek and her hand when to the tiny silver heart locket that she constantly wore around her neck. Then Helga shook her head, built up her reserve and dressed for the soiree.
Helga glided downstairs and stood on the last landing of the grand staircase that led into the banquet hall. Her dress was simple, but elegant and very becoming on her. A slip and slinky strapless number that hugged her now womanly figure with a slit on the right that came to about mid-thigh.
Her sun blond hair was curled and piled on top of her head, tendrils falling about her face. She wore elbow length white gloves on her slender hands and diamond earrings on her billy goat ears. Around her neck, though it didn't match her ensemble, was her silver heart locket.
Taking a deep breath, Helga slid into the banquet hall and forced a smile on her face. She always hated parties, especially formal ones. Looking around the room, she found who she was looking for...Kohlven Relmont. Helga made her way over to the group of men that surrounded the man of honor.
"Congratulations, Relmont." Helga said icily, standing behind him. Kohlven Relmont turned and smiled at the sight of Helga, who cringed on the inside, but smiled outwardly. Kohlven Relmont had thick black hair and icy blue eyes that held no warmth. He was very handsome, but his personality, Helga usually noted, couldn't charm a slug.
"Ah, the most beautiful woman in Paris." Said Relmont lazily. "Gentlemen," he said gesturing to his group of peers, "This is Miss Helga Pataki, she's my personal secretary. If anyone wants to see me, they have to get through Miss Pataki first. I trust the life of my company to her...lovely hands." It was everything Helga could do to keep from socking this man.
Kohlven Relmont was a womanizer of the worst kind and prided himself that no woman had ever resisted his charm...except one. Helga G. Pataki. Helga was standing as she always did when she was around Relmont, arms crossed and a stance where she looked obviously on her guard. She hated Kohlven Relmont with a passion. For as much that she loved Arnold, she hated Relmont.
The only reason Helga kept this job was the pay. She would never make as much at any other job that she could think of, the job wasn't easy, but except for Relmont, she enjoyed it. Relmont kept her because she was the best secretary that Relmont ever had and he prized her for that. It was very easy for him to keep his company running smoothly when people had to get past Helga to see him. For even thought she hated him, she did her job well.
Thought Relmont would have liked to know Helga in a more personal way, he dared not because he knew that no matter how well he paid her, she would not stay after being harassed the way he had some of his past secretaries. Not to mention that both he and Helga knew that she could beat him up.
The music started to play a waltz and Helga knew exactly what was going to happen next. Kohlven handed his wineglass to a man standing next to him and he turned to Helga. "May I have the honor of the first dance, Miss Pataki?"
Helga burned with loathing. But, without a word, Helga held out her gloved hand and Relmont took it, leading the way on to the dance floor. Several other couples had started to glide around the dance floor.
"Relmont..." Helga said after a moment. There had been something very important that she had wanted to discuss with Kohlven Relmont.
"Kohlven." Said Relmont smoothly. Helga wanted to puke at the thought of calling him by his first name.
"Relmont," Helga insisted, "I need to discuss the Hillwood Purchase with you."
"Miss Pataki, this is a party in my honor. Please tell me you didn't come all the way to Paris to simply discuss work with me. That could have been done over the phone. Now forget, about the company for a moment and enjoy yourself."
"Relmont, this is important. It is very important that I talk to you about the Hillwood Purchase." Helga said, almost angrily.
Relmont sighed, he knew, like every other man, that one could not argue with Helga G. Pataki and win...at least not if he didn't want a bloody nose. "Very well, what is it Pataki? What's so urgent about this merger?"
"It shouldn't be done." Said Helga matter-of-factly. But she frowned when Relmont gave his reaction: he laughed.
"Miss Pataki, you know better than anyone how important it is to Relmont Industries for the purchase of the Hillwood Co. What you are suggesting is not possible. In two weeks time, I will own the company and then I will dismantle it. I will no longer have any competition in my industry." He smiled, "It's every businessman's dream."
"Relmont, do you know what will happen if you close the Hillwood Co.? The city will flounder; it's what brings in most of the money. Thousands of people will be with out jobs. I can't let that happen." Helga was determined. She would not let anything happen to her old home.
"Pataki, I am going to buy the Hillwood Co. and I am going to destroy it. I know you love your job, don't put it past me to give it to someone who is willing to help me in the endeavor. Now I want you to go back to New York and handle everything. I'll be back in two weeks to sign the papers and that will be that." Kohlven Relmont looked very dangerous as he gazed at Helga while he said this. Helga's spine tingled with fear as she looked into his icy blue eyes. "I'm glad you see things my way...Helga." Relmont leaned in to Helga as he said her name and whispered it in her ear. She hated for him to call her by her first name. The last thing she wanted was to be familiar with this man.
Without a word, Helga pushed Relmont from her and started to stalk off in the other direction. She was so mad that she wasn't even looking where she was going and she smacked into something solid. "Hey, watch where you're going, bucko!" Helga said angrily, but when she looked up a gasp caught in her throat. Helga was looking strait into the warm, jellybean green eyes of Arnold.
Part 4 has been revised a lot, too! Anyways, some of the stuff in the fic I had to make up (doi!)...but you'll figure out what they are when you get there. Don't get mad or anything, it's just for the sake of the story. Enjoy!
Thanks & Bunches ~ Stargaziey
Disclaimer: I don't own Hey Arnold! (Though it would be nice.)
Magic Remembered Part 4 ~ Villains Have Parties Too
by: Stargaziey
Stepping out of the shower, Helga G. Pataki went into her bedroom and began to get ready for the party downstairs. She stepped over to the armoire where here dress was hanging. She loved this dress. At first glance, one might the think the dress was white, but when looked at just right they would discover that the dress is, in fact, a pearly pink.
But, Helga's stomach gave a leap when she saw, settled softly around the neck of the hanger was a lovely corsage with a single white rose. It had little, light pink buds all around to match her dress, but it was the white rose that made her gasp.
"What in the name of creation is going on around here?" Helga asked herself. "How can this possibly happen again? I'm in Paris; Arnold is...well who know where Arnold is." Helga lightly fingered the delicate rose blossom and for the first time in a long time said, "Oh, Arnold, my love..." A tear rolled down her cheek and her hand when to the tiny silver heart locket that she constantly wore around her neck. Then Helga shook her head, built up her reserve and dressed for the soiree.
Helga glided downstairs and stood on the last landing of the grand staircase that led into the banquet hall. Her dress was simple, but elegant and very becoming on her. A slip and slinky strapless number that hugged her now womanly figure with a slit on the right that came to about mid-thigh.
Her sun blond hair was curled and piled on top of her head, tendrils falling about her face. She wore elbow length white gloves on her slender hands and diamond earrings on her billy goat ears. Around her neck, though it didn't match her ensemble, was her silver heart locket.
Taking a deep breath, Helga slid into the banquet hall and forced a smile on her face. She always hated parties, especially formal ones. Looking around the room, she found who she was looking for...Kohlven Relmont. Helga made her way over to the group of men that surrounded the man of honor.
"Congratulations, Relmont." Helga said icily, standing behind him. Kohlven Relmont turned and smiled at the sight of Helga, who cringed on the inside, but smiled outwardly. Kohlven Relmont had thick black hair and icy blue eyes that held no warmth. He was very handsome, but his personality, Helga usually noted, couldn't charm a slug.
"Ah, the most beautiful woman in Paris." Said Relmont lazily. "Gentlemen," he said gesturing to his group of peers, "This is Miss Helga Pataki, she's my personal secretary. If anyone wants to see me, they have to get through Miss Pataki first. I trust the life of my company to her...lovely hands." It was everything Helga could do to keep from socking this man.
Kohlven Relmont was a womanizer of the worst kind and prided himself that no woman had ever resisted his charm...except one. Helga G. Pataki. Helga was standing as she always did when she was around Relmont, arms crossed and a stance where she looked obviously on her guard. She hated Kohlven Relmont with a passion. For as much that she loved Arnold, she hated Relmont.
The only reason Helga kept this job was the pay. She would never make as much at any other job that she could think of, the job wasn't easy, but except for Relmont, she enjoyed it. Relmont kept her because she was the best secretary that Relmont ever had and he prized her for that. It was very easy for him to keep his company running smoothly when people had to get past Helga to see him. For even thought she hated him, she did her job well.
Thought Relmont would have liked to know Helga in a more personal way, he dared not because he knew that no matter how well he paid her, she would not stay after being harassed the way he had some of his past secretaries. Not to mention that both he and Helga knew that she could beat him up.
The music started to play a waltz and Helga knew exactly what was going to happen next. Kohlven handed his wineglass to a man standing next to him and he turned to Helga. "May I have the honor of the first dance, Miss Pataki?"
Helga burned with loathing. But, without a word, Helga held out her gloved hand and Relmont took it, leading the way on to the dance floor. Several other couples had started to glide around the dance floor.
"Relmont..." Helga said after a moment. There had been something very important that she had wanted to discuss with Kohlven Relmont.
"Kohlven." Said Relmont smoothly. Helga wanted to puke at the thought of calling him by his first name.
"Relmont," Helga insisted, "I need to discuss the Hillwood Purchase with you."
"Miss Pataki, this is a party in my honor. Please tell me you didn't come all the way to Paris to simply discuss work with me. That could have been done over the phone. Now forget, about the company for a moment and enjoy yourself."
"Relmont, this is important. It is very important that I talk to you about the Hillwood Purchase." Helga said, almost angrily.
Relmont sighed, he knew, like every other man, that one could not argue with Helga G. Pataki and win...at least not if he didn't want a bloody nose. "Very well, what is it Pataki? What's so urgent about this merger?"
"It shouldn't be done." Said Helga matter-of-factly. But she frowned when Relmont gave his reaction: he laughed.
"Miss Pataki, you know better than anyone how important it is to Relmont Industries for the purchase of the Hillwood Co. What you are suggesting is not possible. In two weeks time, I will own the company and then I will dismantle it. I will no longer have any competition in my industry." He smiled, "It's every businessman's dream."
"Relmont, do you know what will happen if you close the Hillwood Co.? The city will flounder; it's what brings in most of the money. Thousands of people will be with out jobs. I can't let that happen." Helga was determined. She would not let anything happen to her old home.
"Pataki, I am going to buy the Hillwood Co. and I am going to destroy it. I know you love your job, don't put it past me to give it to someone who is willing to help me in the endeavor. Now I want you to go back to New York and handle everything. I'll be back in two weeks to sign the papers and that will be that." Kohlven Relmont looked very dangerous as he gazed at Helga while he said this. Helga's spine tingled with fear as she looked into his icy blue eyes. "I'm glad you see things my way...Helga." Relmont leaned in to Helga as he said her name and whispered it in her ear. She hated for him to call her by her first name. The last thing she wanted was to be familiar with this man.
Without a word, Helga pushed Relmont from her and started to stalk off in the other direction. She was so mad that she wasn't even looking where she was going and she smacked into something solid. "Hey, watch where you're going, bucko!" Helga said angrily, but when she looked up a gasp caught in her throat. Helga was looking strait into the warm, jellybean green eyes of Arnold.