Authors note: So, me and Ellii51 didn't really think this was going to be that long in all honesty but... it has kind of spiraled out of control into this crazy huge thing so yeah... Enjoy!
Disclaimer: We own jack shit basically.
WC: 3,390 (encase you were interested)
The rest of the week had been fairly mundane, easy tasks really, running back and forth to the printer, following Cordelia around with a clipboard and showing people into her office. She seemed distant, perhaps because of the gala- bewitched being the main theme of the night. Cordelia did seem rather stressed although she insisted she was fine. Which Misty knew she was. It was Cordelia Goode, the woman who could topple corporate giants. Of course she was fine.
The dress she had picked up for Misty truly was something simplistic, tight- like Cordelia liked, Black with sharpened shoulder pads underneath the fabric, its long sleeves coming down as far as the dress itself did, which wasn't very much. Her entire chest area would be exposed bar the small M shaped fabric on the dress that covered her breasts. A black choker accompanied it, intricate tendrils weaving in and out of each other as a large piece of unpolished turquoise was suspended in an oval capsule from the choker.
The dress hung on the wardrobe in all its simplistic splendor, ready for Misty to wear that evening. and there was no denying how much she liked it, it was a designer make, someone with the name of Christian made it. She only remembered the first name, the last name sounded like some kind of fancy meaningless french perfume. Door- it was something along those lines.
Misty slipped the dress over her head, wiggling down into the suffocating fabric. After checking it looked right in the mirror by her wardrobe, she slipped on the pair of simple black heels Cordelia had sent over with the dress. The blonde was just lucky they were the perfect fit because she had no idea how long Cordelia would want her to stay at the gala. From what Misty had heard around the office, Fiona's famous galas could last anywhere from starting at 7 to in some cases 3 the next morning.
After hearing a loud honking sound from outside and receiving a text from Cordelia at the same time.
'Company car outside, its an Aston Martin, should be easy enough to spot. Don't be late. -C. Goode'
Misty grabbed her clutch from the side table in the hall and rushed down the stairs. Upon reaching the sleek car she took out her phone and texted Cordelia back.
'In the car, where should I meet you? Your office?'
Within seconds Cordelia's reply flashed on the screen.
'Meet me at my office, leave anything there if you must. Then we can proceed down to the main area.'
Misty tapped out 'Okay, will be there shortly.' to Cordelia before placing the phone back in her clutch.
Within minutes the company car was parked outside of Robichaux's offices and from what Misty could see, some guests had already began to arrive early, each one dressed in the finest and most extravagant of party wear. Misty watched as press littered the entrance to the office. She couldn't possibly walk through there.
She got out of the car and made her way across the street and around to the back of the building. Opening the door, she accidentally bumped into a short, heavily made up woman who Misty recognised as Madison, one of the models from the shoot a few days ago.
"Watch where you're going you stupid bitch."
Misty sneered back at the light haired model. "Why don't you watch your mouth first."
"Ooh you're feisty, I heard that's how Cordy likes them." The girl teased.
"How'd you know I'm her assistant?" Misty said with a glare. "Whatever it doesn't matter, I have somewhere to be." She hissed reaching for the door handle. "So if you'll excuse me."
Misty felt a hand around her wrist tighten.
"I'm not done with you yet."
The Cajun pulled away from the grasp, holding her tongue and her unbridled anger that was currently teetering over the edge of a very unstable cliff.
"Look I've got somewhere to be so unless you want me to ruin that pretty face of yours in the same way I did to that photographer, I suggest ya let me go."
Reluctantly, Madison stepped away from the older blonde as she brushed down the sides of her cocktail dress. "Fine, but this isn't over. Next time you speak to me like that you're gonna regret it."
Misty watched after the girl as she stormed away from Robichaux's back entrance and around to the front of the building. She wasn't very famous so it was unlikely that the paparazzi would swarm her on sight when they had much more important people such as Robichaux's editor-in-chief Myrtle Snow to grab. After the model was out of sight, Misty pulled her phone out of her clutch to check the time.
'6:30pm.' It read. Misty was already a little late for Cordelia, so she rushed towards the nearest elevator and on reaching her designated floor paced quickly and carefully to her boss' office and knocked lightly on the frosted glass door.
"Miss. Goode?"
"Come in Misty." Cordelia said opening the door for her assistant.
"Sorry I'm late," Misty apologised. "Had a little altercation at the back entrance with a model."
"You didn't punch her did you?" Cordelia remarked as she looked at Misty's troubled expression.
"Oh God no. Didn't want her blood on this dress. Thanks for sending it by the way." Misty paused. "Also you look amazin'." She said looking up and down the white dress that Cordelia was wearing. A fishtail dress, black swirls near the top and bottom on white fabric. strapless and very slimming around her waist. It was the epitome of elegance.
"Thankyou." Cordelia smiled. "And it's fine Misty. Do you have anything you want to leave in the office before we go downstairs?" Cordelia asked.
Misty brushed Cordelia off with a wave of her wrist. "Nah, I'm good. Let's just go."
The two women left the office side by side as they made their way down the hall to the elevator. After pressing a few buttons and putting the elevator into motion they were surrounded in comfortable silence until the elevator grinded to a halt upon reaching their floor. The two left the small encased area and stepped out into what Misty could only describe as the most grandiose hall she had ever been in. The room was cascaded in decorations, tables were littered with the finest of food and champagne, and in the centre of the room on a small platform was an enlarged cover of Robichaux's latest issue magazine of which launch they were celebrating.
The cover was simple; Fiona dressed in her infamous all black attire was sat upon what looked like a throne. Written next to her in gold was '40 years of Robichaux, 40 years of fashion. Meet the woman behind the magazine.' To celebrate 40 years since Fiona Goode had transformed Robichaux's Publishings into one of the largest fashion media giants in the world. Although no longer editor-in-chief due to her high flying socialite schedule, Fiona still had a large amount of significance at the magazine, often resulting in her and Myrtle clashing over various ideas of what and what not to do.
Just looking at the cover made Misty think of what legacy Cordelia would leave after she had ascended to Fiona's position.
"You've got some pretty big shoes to fill haven't ya?" Misty said to Cordelia as she continued looking at the magazine cover.
"Unfortunately. My mother may have been brilliant in her earlier years, but everyone in this business knows that we've been going downhill for the last five years since she left. Auntie Myrtle's been doing all she can to keep us afloat."
"Well I think ya can do it." Misty smiled.
"Hopefully. Anyway let's get to our table before everyone starts to pour in, we've only got about five minutes before security starts letting them come up stairs." Cordelia lightly grabbed Misty by the arm and directed her to the table sat to the left of the platform.
Within minutes famous guests of the fashion world and long time friends of Fiona had begun to pour into the room. Being a main event in the fashion calendar, even rivals of Fiona had turned up. The most surprising of which being the founder and current editor-in-chief of Voodoo magazine, Marie Laveau, who was accompanied by a short, bearded man who Misty didn't recognise, and Voodoo's own Creative Director the mononymously named Queenie.
Cordelia took a seat next to Misty, watching the guests closely, her eyes ghosting over the dress and suit choices of party goers that made their way down the steps. Misty saw slight intimidation and hatred flash across Cordelia's eyes and to be honest, she didn't know where to look. Avoid eye contact with the more influential guests or simply not look at anyone at all. She looked down at her tables set up, a small round bowl occupied by a single black guppy at the centre of the table, a patterned black grey and white table cloth draped over the table as marble plates rested on slate table mats.
There was a small commotion from the top of the stairs. Misty glanced up to the entrance. Camera flashes became more frequent as voices shouted and hollered a name, though it was hard to make out who's name was being chanted due to the loud music. It was a further few minutes before anyone walked through to the hall. A tall woman with a fiery outburst of orange hair, outlandish red gloves and a pair of vintage glasses emerged through the archway, eliciting cheers from the crowd as her entourage of two followed her down the staircase, one, a small man with an vexatious habit of rubbing his hands together wearing a small brimmed hat. The other, an older woman with grey hair and a deadpan face who kept her gaze to the floor.
"Thats Myrtle Snow, my Aunt and her entourage, Quentin Fleming and Cecily Pembroke, snide people those two." Cordelia said into Misty's ear "Don't speak unless I tell you to or my aunt does. Understand?"
Misty nodded as the redhead approached, throwing her arms wide as Cordelia rose to meet her.
"Delia, Darling, so good to see you!"
Cordelia hugged her "Its nice to see you too Myrtle."
"You look absolutely astonishing."
"Thank you Myrtle, you look just as ravishing."
"Oh, don't I know it darling." She laughed.
"Quentin, Cecily, how are you?" The Creative Director asked politely.
"Very good thank you Miss. Goode." They said, keeping their eyes to the ground.
Myrtle's wandering gaze found its way to Misty.
"You're new." Myrtle smiled inquisitively, sitting down next to Cordelia.
The Cajun didn't look up until after a good few seconds had passed, she smiled. "Um, yes Miss. Snow I am."
"Speak up my dear girl I can't hear a word you're saying."
Misty leaned over the table slightly. "Yes Miss. Snow!" She hollered.
"Whats your name?"
"Misty Day, Miss. Snow."
"Misty May?"
"-Day!"
"Day?"
"Yes, Day!" Misty nodded with a light chuckle, much to the amusement of Myrtle.
Cordelia and Myrtle engaged in some light conversation for a moment while Misty glanced over to the other side of the room. The staff of Voodoo magazine continuously glancing over, looking at each member of the table up and down. The young woman turned her attention to the guppy swimming around in its small glass bowl. Something about it was relaxing, keeping her attention on a fish was not really her plan tonight but it seemed like a good idea in her current predicament.
The music was shut off and the lights plunged the hall into darkness. A few immature screams echoed and some uneasy laughs filled in the silence.
"Oh no." Cordelia moaned.
"What, what is it?" Misty asked.
"Its my mother."
Suddenly, Misty heard a what sounded like a fanfare accompanied by the booming voice of an emcee that Misty couldn't see in the room.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, may I present the founder of Robichaux Magazines and your host for this evening, Fiona Goode!"
The fanfare became even louder as four men entered the room from the main entrance. Hoisted onto what Misty could only describe as a glamorized stretcher was Fiona Goode herself. As the men made their way into the room the guests clapped for their host, who waved back until the men helped her off of the stretcher like carrier.
Misty leaned over to Cordelia as Fiona composed herself on the centre platform.
"Well that was grand." She remarked, looking at the woman whose hands were now clasped around a lectern next to her magazine cover.
"Fiona always did like to make an entrance." Cordelia replied.
Fiona cleared her throat and began making a speech on her successes at Robichaux's. Every now and then Misty could see Myrtle and Cordelia muttering to each other and glaring at the woman.
After Fiona had finished her speech and officially started the party, Cordelia excused herself and Myrtle from the table and headed towards the corner of the room. For the next few minutes, Misty sat isolated at her seat as she flicked through her messages on her phone before being interrupted by the bearded man who had entered with Marie Laveau at the start of the party.
"Excuse me," He said holding out his hand. "Would you like to dance?"
Misty hesitated and looked the man up and down. He was wearing a simple black suit with a red tie, the colour matching the dresses of the two women he came with. The man seemed to sense her hesitation and quickly apologised.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to come on too strong there. I guess I should introduce myself." He said extending out his hand once more. "I'm Hank Foxx, Miss Laveau's assistant."
Misty cautiously took the man's hand as he helped her up out of her seat. "Misty Day, assistant to Miss. Goode."
"I know who you are." Hank commented raising his brow.
"Word travels fast 'round here huh?"
"Indeed it does." Hank lead Misty to the middle of the dance floor. "You should be careful you know."
"Why?" She asked, her brows furrowing as he put a hand on her waist.
"I'm sure you've spent quite a bit of… time, shall we say, with Miss. Goode"
"Of course i have, I'm her assistant"
Hank shook his head lightly, dipping the curly haired Cajun. "Thats not what i meant"
"And what did you mean?" Misty scowled.
The assistant smiled lightly. "You know i used to be her assistant too."
Misty tried to pull away but Hank kept a firm hold on her waist. She wasn't going to make a scene, it was unprofessional.
"Get your hand off me." She hissed into his ear.
"Aren't you enjoying our little chat?"
"Not particularly."
"That's a shame. As I was saying, be careful with Cordelia. She will break you." Hank looked at her with a firm gaze as he herded her to the other side of the dance floor. "I speak from experience."
"You seem a little bitter about it don't ya think?" Misty smirked. She refused to let the man have the upper hand.
"Bitter doesn't scratch the surface."
"So what? She broke your itty bitty heart as her assistant and then you left?" Misty pursed her lips trenchantly, feigning sympathy.
Hank swallowed. "Actually I got fired, but that's for a completely unrelated issue.
Misty could see that she was winning in their little argument and decided to press the man's buttons even further. "What, you screw the receptionist too?" She snorted.
Hank gritted his teeth and tightened his hold on Misty's wrist, making her flinch slightly. "You're gonna regr-"
"Hi Misty," Cordelia smiled sweetly. "Can I borrow you for second? I need to speak to you for a moment in private. Hi Hank." Her upper lip twitching in disgust.
"Cordelia," Hank began. "Misty and I here were just talking about you. I see you're busy so I'll leave you both." He smiled falsely before walking back to Marie Laveau's table.
"Smarmy bastard." Cordelia muttered through gritted teeth. "How the hell is he here? Last time I saw him I made security swear to shoot him dead on sight. Guess they thought I was joking."
"Do you need me to contact security Miss. Goode?"
"No no…" She said with a dismissive hand. "Could you follow me please, I need to speak to you in my office."
Misty followed the older woman to the elevator, pressing the buttons once inside to take them to their usual floor. After striding down the hallway and into the darkened room, Misty was surprised when Cordelia slammed her up against the wall of her office.
"Are we doing this now Miss. Goode?" Misty asked between Cordelia's rough kisses. "What about the gala downstairs?"
"Who gives a shit about the fucking gala? It's just there to celebrate how rotten and how manipulative my mother can be on order to get to the top."
Cordelia ran her hands over Misty's body before settling them at the younger woman's thighs as she brought up one of Misty's legs, placing it around her body as she gripped it tightly in her hand.
Misty's breath caught in the back of her throat, lolling her head backward against the wall to allow for better access to her ethereal skin which Cordelia happily attacked, pulling off the delicate choker and throwing it across the room over her shoulder. Her teeth grazing Misty's soft neck as she nipped and sucked quickly, grinding her hips into Misty whose hands clawed at the back of Cordelia's dress, trying to resist tearing the fabric.
"Cordelia I was just wondering-" Myrtle looked up from her phone as she entered the office. Cordelia pulled herself away from Misty. Coughing lightly and composing herself, Misty tried to calm her irregular breathing, leaning off the wall and rubbing her neck as she stood gawkishly.
"Myrtle." Cordelia stammered, fixing her hair "I-"
The red head held up a gloved hand. "You don't have to explain this to me. But we best keep this from your mother, she won't be happy if she found out you were fucking every assistant that ever walked through the gates of Robichaux's." Myrtles sight jumped to Misty for a small moment before giving a small nod. "I shall keep people off this floor until you arrive back downstairs." She said closing the office door.
"Fuck." Cordelia muttered under her breath "God fucking damn it!" She yelled, dragging her hands across the desk, clearing it of all the papers and files that scattered over the floor. Misty stood quietly. rubbing her arm awkwardly. Cordelia glanced up at her and her brows furrowed.
"Christ."
"I'm sorry Miss. Goode." Misty apologised, she wasn't sure what for but it was better than saying it was fine. because fine wasn't the word right now.
She shook her head. "Your neck, we're going to have to cover that up before we go back downstairs."
"My-" Misty's brows furrowed in confusion, she walked over to the window and looked at her reflection. Five small bruises traced up her neck. Cordelia was behind her, wrapping a small black scarf around her throat.
"There, good as new."
Misty adjusted the scarf so it fit more comfortably around her neck. "Are-are you okay Miss. Goode? I mean- um."
"I'm fine Misty. It's just," Cordelia paused to calm herself down. "This gala, and Fiona, and I just feel so stressed lately and I don't really know what to do."
Misty put a hand on her bosses shoulder, pulling her into a tight embrace. It felt awkward at first seeing as how Cordelia was her boss and their relationship was strictly sexual, but after Cordelia leaned further into Misty's arms the awkwardness seemed to pass fairly easily.
After a few moments, Cordelia finally pulled away from Misty. "Thank you, Misty, I actually really needed that."
"No problem, Miss. Goode." The young woman smiled softly. "Do you wanna go back down to the party?"
"I think we should." Cordelia raised her brow. "Wouldn't want anyone to think we were doing anything up here now would we?"
"No Miss. Goode." Misty smirked, following Cordelia back downstairs to the attend the rest of the gala.