Author's Note: Finally, this switched to first person POV! More OCs enter the story! I must warn you though, this story's going to have a LOT of a)politics b)business and c)romance & smut. Enjoy!

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Chapter 3: Their Mistress, The Director

"Azalea, you still don't have any maids in the manor? I don't know how you manage to dress up, what with the only others around being your butlers." She glanced at Sebastian and Claude with a disapproving look in her eyes. "I didn't know how we'd manage to dress up for the upcoming party without any maids…and knowing, you, I was pretty certain that you wouldn't improve your ways. So I brought three personal maids over with me."

"Nice to see you too, Aunt Vivian." I spat out.

There she stood; Aunt Vivian Martinez, from an intimidating height of five feet ten, she was a lithe, graceful woman but she was also definitely the most imposing one ever. Her hair was tied up in a tight bun behind her head, and her make-up was clean and applied to a minimum. She wore a long, floor-length, royal-blue dress. She was flanked by her two, if I may be so bold to say, whorish daughters, who did not take after their mother one bit. They were eyeing Sebastian and Claude like hungry crows. And then, there were her loyal maids: Marisa, Penelope and Nora.

Clarissa Martinez and Louisa Martinez were twins. They both wore identical silk dresses, one in green and the other in yellow. They dressed up too brightly for my tastes. Their dresses were two sizes too tight for them, and therefore they look quite a lot like whores. Their excessive make-up and blood-red lipstick slapped over their lips disgusted me.

Aunt Vivian, my mother's sister, is the widow of a Baron of Spanish origin. She is the biggest hypocrite ever and she would love to call me an improper woman. She disregards the fact that her daughters are much more indecent than I would ever be. Wonder what she would say if she ever got to know that the girls were secretly courting men they didn't even know properly. Heck, more than half of them weren't even nobles!

Besides, Sebastian had dutifully handed over the graphic love-letter Clarissa had left outside his room to me. So, I have proof to point out the true fact…should the need ever arise. Oh, the things she's written in there…it's going to blow my aunt's mind of this universe.

Sebastian stepped forward. "My lady, I shall guide you to your room if you would be so kind as to follow me."

Aunt Vivian glanced at me one last time before exiting. Marisa picked up her luggage and quickly followed.

"Please, follow me. I'll lead you to your lodgings." Claude bowed and motioned to the girls to follow, their maids close at their heels.

-bittersweet vengeance-

Sebastian sat opposite to me in the carriage. We were heading over to my townhouse in London. There, we would be having the meeting. It's basically all family members in the business, so my townhouse is good enough.

"Do you think Claude will be okay?" I asked Sebastian. The demon was left all alone to put up with Aunt Vivian.

"Relax, my lady. If he can't manage, then he isn't worth his salt." Sebastian smirked.

"Still…I mean, it IS Aunt Vivian, we're talking about. You and I both know enough that she's really annoying and commanding."

Sebastian simply chuckled.

-bittersweet vengeance-

Back to 3rd person POV:

The board of directors for the company Draconia & Frederickson's consisted of all-male members. There were eight members on the board altogether. Four from the Draconia and four from the Frederickson family. But the most important post was held by a female, Azalea Bellatrix Draconia, since she was the sole heir to the Draconias and the fiancée of the heir to Frederickson. The business was rightfully hers.

The business was one formed from a sort of conglomerate integration. The jewellery business of the Frederickson's had agreed to merge with the Draconia's pharmaceutical business because of the two heirs being engaged to each other. Basically, the engagement between Azalea and Damien was more of a business deal than a marriage contract.

Now, the business was a huge multi-national company, with huge plants in Britain, America, Australia, Spain, Germany, Italy, Austria and France. The trade extended to countries as far of as Japan and India. The branches in each country was governed by a separate person.

This morning, everyone from the board of directors was not present, and this put Azalea into a nasty mood.

"Where's Matthew Frederickson?" Azalea questioned with authority as soon as she entered. The other members all stood up to greet her, but she cut it short.

"Sit. Formal meetings can wait. You all had something to say, I believe. Don't waste my time in the how-are-you-how's-everything-going crap. Now answer my first question."

A random member said, "He couldn't be back in time. Things are pretty troublesome down there in Barcelona."

Matthew Frederickson was Damien's uncle, who was in charge of the branch of Draconia & Frederickson's in Barcelona, Spain.

"Well, don't bother to call me if all of you can't even be here on time." Azalea growled, to which all the men in the room shivered.

"So, what have I been called here for?" Azalea asked, leaning her cheek on her hand, bored.

Jeremy Frederickson, another of Damien's uncles, the in-charge for the Paris Branch, stood up. "There have been reports of certain formulas of our rarest and latest medicinal drugs being sold out to rival companies and-"

"What?" Azalea leaned forwards, in full attention.

Jeremy Frederickson hesitated, "It's true. Someone from the inside has transported information to other companies, or…"

"Or…what?" Azalea yelled. Sebastian stood behind her chair, taking notes.

Jeremy Frederickson sat down out of terror.

"Azalea, keep your calm." Thomas Draconia stood up. He was her father's immediate younger brother, and a very intimidating fellow. He was the one running the branch in Rome.

Azalea's expression turned sour, and her voice lowered into a menacing sneer. "You shall not order me as long as you are within these walls, Mr. Thomas Draconia. For over here, I am your boss. And you shall follow what I say, regard my decisions and raise no questions whatsoever. Do I make myself clear?"

Thomas Draconia sat back down, with a deadly expression on his face. Sebastian smirked at Azalea's reply.

Walter Lewis, the director of the Berlin branch, said, "We suspect someone has infiltrated the company."

"Someone? Who in hell is this daring someone?" Azalea roared.

Joseph Frederickson, the fourth and youngest brother of Damien's father, Derek Frederickson, got up. She'd put him in charge of the branch in Virginia, America. He was the only member of the board who she actually didn't get hyper on.

"Ma'am, I believe it is actually a whole organization and not the work of an individual, because infiltrating into a business of such magnitude like Draconia & Frederickson's is next to impossible without backing."

Azalea looked at the members of the board, thinking if any of them were involved in this whole conspiracy. By their looks, except Joseph, they'd do anything to throw her out of that chair of the director of the branch in London, and the head of the board. In her eyes, they were all a bunch of hungry vultures…hungry for power and money.

Bastards, she thought.

"Very well."

She got up, ready to leave before asking:

"When did this all start?"

Ronald Draconia answered. He was the one in the Australian branch. "Since the last two months."

"And you're telling me NOW?"

Sebastian smirked once again. The board of directors sighed, foreseeing the long, upcoming hours of Azalea Bellatrix Draconia's wrath falling upon them.

A/N: what do you think of Azalea? She's pretty badass, ne?LOL REVIEWS!