A/N: I'm glad everyone is enjoying this so far, I am too.(aside from spending over 30 minutes to type up each chapter) *internally clawing eyeballs out* Anyway enjoy. :)

Week 1

This was it. The call to Lyla Lorule's office. She'd been filled with nervous anticipation all week, waiting to see how her mother would react to her statement about Dragmire. She tried to look confident as she walked to her destination. She dressed nicely for almost every occasionoccasion, but today she was especially formal in her custom made suit.

As she walked in she was greetedvby her mother's stern face behind her desk. she gestured for Zelda to pull up a chair in front of her desk and cleared her throat.

"So; you were heading home, ran into a mob and allowed yourself to be pressured into making a biased statement, openly stating hostility towards mayor Dragmire and cost the rest of Lorule Industries with your stance against him."

Her mother's composed figure made it seem like she was calm, but seeing the fire in her eyes; Zelda knew she was far from it.

"Do yoy realize the position you've put us in? You threw L.I. directly into the crossfire and for what? A mob of uncontrolled protestors?"

Lyla's voice grew sharp as she went on repremanding her, Zelda felt like a little girl again; being caught doing something naughty.

"Im going to have spend the month trying to smooth over your mistake with the public."

Zelda frowned at hearing this, "how can you be so against this? I know my methods were . .. . uncouth, but Dragmire is a serious problem that we need to deal with-"

"Think about what you are saying, what evidence do you have that he's done anything? You hardly know Ganondorf, certainly not enough to make judgements on a whim."

Zelda couldn't help but feel a bit betrayed, "Why are you so against this? You're never so supportive of men like gim."

Her mother landed her piercing gaze on her and stood up abruptly. "Ganondorf has been nothing but useful, he might not be the most friendly, bur he certainly has helped us as we helped him during his campaign. He always repays his debts, our company has benefitted greatly from his generous donations. Stock market prices are up and many divisions are expanding."

Her eyes narrowed, " despite what you may think, Dragmire ; unlike other men, doesn't seek to put us down, but to raise us up. His beneficial partnership with Lorule Industries is proof of that."

Zelda sagged in defeat, her mother did make some fair points, maybe she had been wrong about him.

Lyla had calmed herself, features becoming impassive again after her outburst.

She sighed, "I fear I have been far too leinient on you Zelda, I held you in such high esteem that I forgot you're still very young and new to the ways of the world."

Zelda blinked. High esteem? Despite the situation she couldn't help but feel a tinge of pride, her mother was't one to hand out praise lightly. Or at all.

Lyla then straightened up her expression, becoming serious. "Due to your recent actions I've come to realize that you are far too biased in matters involving the mayor, because of this I've decided that you will continue your work at home rather than your office. Your workload will be lightened somewhat to ensure you bring your full effort to each task."

She gazed at her sternly, "I want you to take this time to think about your actions and re-evaluate yourself. It will be better that you stay away from L.I. for the time being, especially since Mayor Dragmire will be visiting us in the coming months for business."

Zelda sat in complete shock, this was not how she expected this meeting to go, she flew to her feet, "What?!" Overwhelemed she ran a hand through her hair.

"This is going to far! I make one mistake and now been reduced to hiding away in my house with lightwork because of it!"

She breathed in deeply, trying to compose herself and remain professional.

"Mrs. Lorule please, I ask you to reconsider this course of action, despite my earlier transgression I am perfectly capable of working cooperatively with Mayor Dragmire as-"

"My word is final; Zelda, as your boss I am ordering that you will have nothing to do with Ganondorf Dragmire. You now may leave."

Her heart was filled with hurt as she submissively left the room and headed back to her office.

"Well, well, well, looks like the crown princess has been dethroned."

Zelda froze, then quickly whipped around to see the arogant, smirking face of Hilda Lorule.

She stiffened and put her business face on immediately. She and Hilda had been rivals for as long as she could remember, from the days when she would scribble all over her worksheets in kindergarten, till college where Hilda would manipulate her professors into giving her unfair deadlines.

She and Hilda were second cousins, though she was loathe to admit she had any relation to that vixen, she was a Lorule as well natrually was in line to inherit part of Lorule Industries.

Zelda spoke to her icily, "If you're wondering why you never get promoted Hida; its because you spend your time dealing in idle gossip like a senile old lady."

Some of the women working nearby gasped at such a proclamation. Hilda's face colored with anger before she smoothed over her expression looking in control again. She stood up from her desk and got into Zelda's face.

"You can't act like you're above the rest of us anymore Zellie." She spoke in a sing-song voice, "Anyone who can't respect their partner and/or mayor deserves to work at home like a little house wife."

The accusation stung and it took a lot not to flinch, normally she didn't let Hilda's jealous accusations bother her, but her pride and position had recently taken a hard beating.

Zelda was thankful for the timely arrival of Eliza, who cheekily informed Hilda Eliza's assistant had 'accidently' deleted several of Hilda's work files on her laptop, much to Zelda's relief. She then busted her friend out before a stormy Hilda could unleash her wrath with them.

She sat dejectedly in her leather chair, gazing around her office as though it was the last time she would ever see it. She had begun packing her things in silence, absentmindly deciding what she needed to bring with her.

Eliza placed a hand on her shoulder, "Hey, are you okay?"

She sighed, "I don't know El, everything I've ever worked for is crumbling at my feet, all I let myself get dragged into something that was none of my business. Mother always to say I was too softhearted when I was younger, and that if I continued to be like that, someone would take advantage of my kindness."

She let out a humorless laugh, "I guess she was right, but it wasn't the person I thought it would be."

Seeing her friend about to cry, Eliza wrapped an arm around her comfortingly.

"Don't let your mom get you down, she's proably just stressed about working with ol' carrot top. Ms. Lorule will bounce back in a couple weeks and you'll be working in the office again."

She gave a weak smile to thank her. Eliza seemed to grow somber for a moment.

"To tell you the truth, I don't you were wrong about Dragmire, there's just something- off about him. When we were at his campaign party and he walked into the room and looked at me, I just had this terrible feeling and the hairs on my neck stood up and I. . .."

She wrapped her arms around herself fearfully.

"You know, my great grandmother used to tell me stories about a Gerudo man like him and that he was an omen of dark times. . .. ah! Forget I said anything. Just getting lost in memories thats all."

Eliza quickly stood up and turned to face her, returning to her usual chipper self.

"C'mon Zel, lets go to Cucco-fil-a, I promise I won't my boyfriend this time."

Zelda let an easy smile come across her face, Eliza was a goid friend, even if she could be a bit of a flirt at times. And yet as they went out, she couldn't stop thinking about Eliza's ominous words concerning Ganondorf. .. .

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He shifted his position from his perch in the shadows, yet never took his eyes off her. He knew he should continue scanning the area, but it was he would ever see her smile. After a moment more of gazing upon her face, he shook himself and continued his watch.

They would take action soon, he was certain of that, he didn't know how they knew, he wasn't sure she had them himself but they would knew soon. .. .

There. A middle aged women pushed a grocery cart full of fresh produce to her minivan. He swiftly lept off his perch and landed silently, then continued steathily toward the middle aged women.

So; the game had begun. He let a smirk stretch across his face and initiated his attack.

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The servant could feel chills running up his spine, this meant the master was about to do something, sometimes that wasn't always a good thing. He gulped nervously, "M-master you c-called for me?"

The master's cruel laugh echoed through the dark, cavernous room, "Yes, it appears the wait is finally over, they have finally made their move."

He stood there in nervous anticipation, waiting for his master to say something, finally his dark silhouette shifted and he began to speak.

"Initiate the movement, begin persuasive measures, she must join us and eliminate the Seven."

The servant dared to speak up, "B-but master, what if she doesn't have them?"

The master's blood red eyes burned in the darkness.

"Wether she has them or not is of no consequence, she will either join us. .. . or die."