Ugly Betty FF
Title: Pyrrhic victory
Characters: Betty Suarez and Daniel Meade
Rating: G
Vignette: Betty has filled some very large shoes for a callow assistant in the early stages of her career. During this incipient stint, she pulls off yet another stunt, earning Daniel's candor (finally) manifested in his catharsis of feelings.
Chapter I
Wilhelmina Slater traipsed into the meeting room, her emasculate minion of an assistant Marc trailing behind.
"Colleagues, can I have your attention please?" Willie interrupted the noisome prattling in her fake amicable voice.
All attention veered to the domineering figurehead doyen dressed in Narciso Rodriguez Fall raiment.
"Our beloved floozy Daniel is sick with laryngitis. So, I am standing in for the upcoming issue. All of you better be on your qui vive because this ain't going to be no cakewalk." Wilhelmina promulgated boastfully. In her silhouette, the effete assistant donned in his jacquard sweater smirked ostentatiously.
Slivers of retort and speculation ricocheted through the austere meeting room. The frenzy died swiftly as Wilhelmina Slater hollered out instructions in an empress-like fashion.
Finally, she hailed out in a stentorian tone "What are all of you waiting for? Get to work!" And like a photo still from the military, her newfound minions vamoosed from the pit viper's presence.
Wearing a distressed and frenetic face along with what Marc would have called a diarrhea of feldgrau polyester, Betty tailgated out of the room, an inchoate sense of foreboding pricked her.
Betty adjusted her ponderous maroon glasses that threatened to slip off her off-kilter nose bridge as she hammered the door of the Westin executive suite.
Where is Daniel when the company needs him? We all need him now!
She was frayed with nerves. The worrywart within her colluded with Daniel's non-responsiveness to produce a maelstrom of perturbation and confusion.
Her fingers shuffled into a blur as she typed furiously onto her cell phone as she tenaciously continued smiting the door.
There he was wailing over the phone- just yesterday, with the crude accompaniment of salacious purrs and yelps. What laryngitis?
Then, something butted her shoes that would make the characters at It's a Small World green with envy.
Betty bent over to pick up the paper. It was a disorientating scrabbling of words on the hotel's notepad parchment. The words seem to jump out at her, "Leave me alone." Betty was awestruck.
Surely it was Daniel's penmanship. But this was not the reckless, the petulant and quick-to-anger Daniel that Betty knew. This was resolute and authoritative.
What had happened?
"DANIEL?" Betty screamed.
Characters: Betty Suarez and Daniel Meade
Rating: G
Vignette: Betty has filled some very large shoes for a callow assistant in the early stages of her career. During this incipient stint, she pulls off yet another stunt, earning Daniel's candor (finally) manifested in his catharsis of feelings.
Chapter I
Wilhelmina Slater traipsed into the meeting room, her emasculate minion of an assistant Marc trailing behind.
"Colleagues, can I have your attention please?" Willie interrupted the noisome prattling in her fake amicable voice.
All attention veered to the domineering figurehead doyen dressed in Narciso Rodriguez Fall raiment.
"Our beloved floozy Daniel is sick with laryngitis. So, I am standing in for the upcoming issue. All of you better be on your qui vive because this ain't going to be no cakewalk." Wilhelmina promulgated boastfully. In her silhouette, the effete assistant donned in his jacquard sweater smirked ostentatiously.
Slivers of retort and speculation ricocheted through the austere meeting room. The frenzy died swiftly as Wilhelmina Slater hollered out instructions in an empress-like fashion.
Finally, she hailed out in a stentorian tone "What are all of you waiting for? Get to work!" And like a photo still from the military, her newfound minions vamoosed from the pit viper's presence.
Wearing a distressed and frenetic face along with what Marc would have called a diarrhea of feldgrau polyester, Betty tailgated out of the room, an inchoate sense of foreboding pricked her.
Betty adjusted her ponderous maroon glasses that threatened to slip off her off-kilter nose bridge as she hammered the door of the Westin executive suite.
Where is Daniel when the company needs him? We all need him now!
She was frayed with nerves. The worrywart within her colluded with Daniel's non-responsiveness to produce a maelstrom of perturbation and confusion.
Her fingers shuffled into a blur as she typed furiously onto her cell phone as she tenaciously continued smiting the door.
There he was wailing over the phone- just yesterday, with the crude accompaniment of salacious purrs and yelps. What laryngitis?
Then, something butted her shoes that would make the characters at It's a Small World green with envy.
Betty bent over to pick up the paper. It was a disorientating scrabbling of words on the hotel's notepad parchment. The words seem to jump out at her, "Leave me alone." Betty was awestruck.
Surely it was Daniel's penmanship. But this was not the reckless, the petulant and quick-to-anger Daniel that Betty knew. This was resolute and authoritative.
What had happened?
"DANIEL?" Betty screamed.