Miss me, Lover?

[Lessien Melwasul]

~Betty sat in the

big

black

leather

chair with a dragon's tail of bluish toxic smoke curling from her slightly pursed lips. Everything on the desk and even in the office itself was un

molested.

But that shouldn't have been a surprise as there was nothing in there that could have even remotely interested her the fucking slightest besides the

big

chair. It suited her perfectly even as Alice imagined it flying through the winter air from where the window had once been. But of course, that was just Alice's imagination again.~

Silly girl, it would never survive the fall.

~If the phone rang, Alice stared at it until it stopped and when the cigarette burned

down

low,

Betty tossed it in that precious sky blue coffee cup sitting on the desk before lighting another. Why, she was a perfect lady.~

The lies.

Oh Alice, you could at least wait until she is actually here and her mouth is moving. When did you become so bitter?

~It was going to be a

short

hard

and unscheduled meeting.~

[Amanda Wallace]

Two title belt designs in to be created... and... god, another four to go. Amanda was starting to hate this... but she didn't want the last second thrown together looks that her FCW belts had since she had no input from the man she started the company with. Here it's a big headache... but it'd be worth it in the end. She stops at her office door, sniffing the air, thinking she smelled cigarette smoke before shrugging and putting her key in the lock. She twists, raising an eyebrow at the absent click of the unlocking door. Did she leave it unlocked?

No... didn't think so... but... anyways... She twists the door handle, pushing it open. Seeing the sight, she lets out a bit of a sigh before approaching her desk, dropping the folders on the corner of it and watching the ashes float away.

Was she going to even ask? Naaah... she was already quite familiar with this one...

"It's nice to see you've returned from Wonderland... and found your way to my chair...

I'm assuming you're here to reign some more terror on my children?"

[Lessien Melwasul]

~The shockingly unlocked door rattled, trying to unlock again which was of course not going to happen. Betty took a nice

long

drag from her latest Lucky Strike. Doors were silly little things that brought people so much comfort. Surprising they did, Betty wouldn't even put lock picking on their fucking resume. They were hardly professionals, but they were proficient enough to get buy and get in. Alice just adored the minuscule tinkering. Betty just adored getting the fuck in. But this was no time for a re-fresher lesson a Lessien's many charms. She had no intention of explaining anything.~

Your children?

~Betty laughed, pushing the big chair back and standing.~

How lovely, Wallace. It just makes it all that much more personal.

There's no place like home.

~Alice moved around the chair, placing her finger tips on the high back. Betty pulled it back just a little.~

Just a big happy GCW family? Oh, do sit down. You look simply exhausted.

~Betty's voice held zero actual concern, more amusement than anything. If anything.~

Of course, I heard the news and I just had to see for myself and see is exactly what I've done.

Seen enough.

But don't worry

~Betty walked over to the window to look out at Chicago again.~

You can never leave Wonderland.

~Alice never lied.~

So I brought it fucking with me, Lover.

[Amanda Wallace]

She just drops down in front of her desk in one of the chairs in front of it, leaning back a bit, resting her head on her balled up fist and crossing her legs, watching Lessien do her bit. She was always an odd bird to Amanda... but she knew damn well...

"Well... I'm glad that you did, Lessien... truly I am. I was hoping I had more than just Lilith to rely on to terrorize these women around here to make this woman's division as prominent as the one that I had before..."

She stands, walking over to the mini bar in the corner of her office, back turned to Lessien at the window...

"Do you want a drink? It's near quitting time for me and I can definitely start to relax..."

She wasn't intimidated by Lessien in the least, Amanda, being the woman that she is, wasn't intimidated by much and knew she could go toe to toe with the strange, brutal woman herself. She also knew full well what having Lessien around could mean for her company....

[Lessien Melwasul]

Dear

Dear

Lilith.

~Alice folded her hands behind her as Betty looked back over her shoulder.~

The glass ceiling gets more pliable when you turn up the heat.

~Betty

bit

hard.~

Does she still call herself that? The glass ceiling?

~Betty tried had not to laugh but Alice held no such restraint.~

I'm sure she will remember who installed her glass ass.

~Betty waved off the drink with a freed hand in a very non-intimidating way. Intimidation was just another

long

dramatic

pose. She knocked you the fuck out as soon as you opened the door, douses you in gasoline, sings you a song and when you wake up proceeds to tell you

exactly

what she wants. Then it was up to you. Intimidation? Fuck that. She was an artist.~

No time to socialize, Lover. Though I'm sure it would be an evening to remember. We could talk about men, vacations, shopping and business like either of us really actually cared what or who the other one did and when we thought the other one wasn't looking we could check our watches and pray the end was almost here.

Time.

Time I'll save the both of us. I'm simply here to show you exactly that.

I'm here.

~Alice grinned her Cheshire best, facing the office as she did.~

There is nothing that cannot happen today.

And nothing is exactly what I demand from you. No contract. No money. Not a single fucking cent. I won't live in your precious dormitory like a virgin dreaming of the second her virginity will finally be gone. Not a paper. Not one fucking signature.

~Betty joined Alice in her grin.~

There's not going to be even a thread between me and what I do here. You can take my picture and beam it to a million fucking homes. You can say my name a million more. But you can never say or even think I work for you or GCW in any way,

shape

or beloved fucking form.

The days grew shorter with each tear that fell.

And Lover, those days are fucking dead.

~By the time she had finished she was back in front of Wallace's desk, looking down through the black lenses that protected her always sensitive eyes.~

Do we have an understanding, Wallace?

[Amanda Wallace]

"So you don't want a free room? Gotcha..."

She turns from the bar, leaning on it as she takes a drink of the scotch on the rocks that she has made for herself, her deep brown eyes fixated on the woman in front of her. Lessien was always a strange one, yes...

"Alright... so heres what I'm getting at... You don't want anything to do with GCW on the business forefront, only to run amuck amongst the roster, picking out your "Lovers" and tearing them all down piece by piece, with no liability nor paycheck coming your way, nor single bit of hospitality that we offer. You are, aware that we do travel and those expenses do add up... right? GCW does take care of travel expenses... especially, when we do actually go Global in the beginning of the summer..."

[Lessien Melwasul]

How quaint for you all. Just like a real circus only with half the talent and twice the legally issued clowns.

~Betty's eyes narrowed behind the lenses. Alice had already forgotten what she had said.~

And the sun went down, and the stars came out far over the summer sea, But never a moment ceased the fight of the one and the fifty-three.

~Now that was a classic, older than Wallace's family fucking line.~

That's so cute Wallace. You're worried about me and summer while at the same time you haven't even put on a successful show or really managed to keep anything in your life going for more than a few months at a time? Oh, you are a fucking visionary of New Age Management Techniques aren't you, Lover.

~Betty's general amusement waned.~

Nothing.

It's bigger than you think.

[Amanda Wallace]

Truth hurts. Not like she wasn't expecting anything like that. She knew better...

"Alright, then just show up. It doesn't bother me to have you see it that way."

She sets the glass down behind her, pushing herself away from the mini bar, approaching her desk.

"Exodus is January 7th. We're having a convention just before Christmas, I'm sure you can find a friend there to put on a show with on the seventh. I assume that we're done here?"

[Lessien Melwasul]

Success is not the result of spontaneous combustion. You must first set yourself on fire.

Why just look at you. You're on fire right now.

~Betty smirked because it was her fucking birthright, and because she seriously doubted Wallace's ability to stay lit. But Alice had gotten what she wanted. That sweet nothing she always talked about.~

Goodbye Wallace.

~She gave a half hearted wave over her shoulder, opening the door. Her boots echoed under a fresh tail of tobacco until the stairwell swallowed it all.~