Myranda McMahon

Despite the brunette’s rather intimidating threat, Aurora simply felt the smirk on her lips grow. Something about pushing the other’s buttons was amusing to her. “Stay out of your way? I dunno– can’t make any promises. It’s so much fun being in it.”

Seeing the blonde simply smile to her threat, pissed Myranda off beyond reason. She glared at the other, now furious that this lady had stopped her twice now with the same stuck up attitude. “Seriously, who the hell are you?” She simply snapped, about to have the lady thrown in a cell for disrupting the peace that was the mayor herself.

“So, what? You’re just going to let them live on the streets? Not give them any alternatives to paying the mortgage off?” she asked her with a furrowed brow. At the following words coming from the mayor, Aurora let out a laugh. One that sounded much more like a scoff. “Do you seriously believe nobody could do a better job than you? That’s incredibly pompous of you to assume that there isn’t anybody else in the town that has the potential to do better. Because I’m confident there is.”

“Well, you obviously have never had to do the most tragic things such as evicting one from their house otherwise you may know that there is loads of paperwork that one must fill out to attain certain accommodations that they must fulfill on their own. Meaning, in easier terms for you, ‘I can’t help them’. They have to take it up with a whole different department.” Myranda now was getting very upset, not at all liking how this blonde was downright discrediting her as the mayor of Talle. “Good for you then! If you find that person, be sure to let me know so I can give them the application myself. But, until then...” She took the megaphone back from the assistant and turned it on, making her voice loud and clear. “Stay out of your mayor’s way!”

“It’s Aladdin, ma’am. Aladdin Abadi and there won’t ‘be a next time’. Business has just been slow after recovering from the barbeque. But, of course, it’s picking back up and I’ll have the money to you - even tomorrow if need be! Just please… One day.” Aladdin hated pleading like this to the woman however he was desperate. Stealing and selling cars wasn’t easy, you know! Especially considering how much he really did hate it…

Myranda let out a sigh as she stared at the young man who clearly was not getting the hint that she just didn’t have the pity for concern over whoever this old man was that lived in this house. Especially considering the fact that if it hadn’t been because of the late fees, she would have also kicked him out due to how damaged the property was. It was falling apart just by the looks of it. She couldn’t believe someone could walk in it, let alone live in. Still, her patience was disappearing. “Mr. Abadi, I expect the money first thing tomorrow morning.” She huffed, just wanting him to drop it. “Or else by the afternoon there will be a bulldozer heading to this lot, understand?”

Medea nodded her head before she started to walk towards the flowers she was thinking of, turning towards the woman walking with her. “Well, Myranda, we have these group of flowers that I really love this year and I think they’d really work well for you. Especially because we have them in a wide range of colors.”

“Sounds wonderful.” Myranda smiled with a sigh of relief as she followed the lady. “After all, I’m all for colors. Especially purple, it’s always the color I chose to help highlight all the Talle tourist brochures.” She cleared her throat though as she couldn’t’ but still feel some weird vibe from this lady. Perhaps because they had once bumped into each other? Maybe the barbeque? Myranda couldn’t let this keep bothering her so she believed it would be best to just bring it up now rather than let her dwell on it rather than her business matters. “I’m sorry but I can’t keep feeling this strange feeling that perhaps we have passed glances before. You just look so familiar...”

Bella couldn’t imagine having to do what the Mayor just did, but knew the hard part was someone had to do it. “I can’t imagine how hard that might be.” She spoke, rubbing the side of her arm a bit as she thought about it. “Hopefully you don’t have anything else too intense scheduled for the day? Can take your mind off of it with some good events?”

Myranda nodded, agreeing with the brunette. It wasn’t like Myranda hated being the mayor, in fact, she loved it. With all the perks, the love, the power to make a change... Everything about the position sparked a revival in her every morning when she woke up. But of course, with all these benefits... It sure had it’s worse cons. She softly smiled as she answered Bella’s question. “As a matter of fact, I do have a lunch break right about now. Care to join me? I really could use the company besides... assistants.” She motioned her head, before beckoning her assistant away from the conversation.

“How much money I have is my business,” Aurora replied simply, her checkbook still in hand. “I’m not telling you how to do your job. I’m just offering to help this person with their mortgage. I may not be the mayor, but I don’t exactly want any of my fellow Talle Hollow residents to be homeless.” When asked who she was, the blonde roll her eyes, “What does it matter who I am? I just want to help. And no, don’t worry, I’m not running for office. But maybe somebody else should.”

“Well, it sure sounds like it.” Myranda snapped right back, not liking the blonde’s tone. “And in fact, it does. After all, you are intruding on city matters.” Myranda’s tone softened just a bit out of pity as she explained the situation a bit more clearer. “And as well as you may want to worry about this person’s mortgage, like any normal human being, I can assure you it’s nothing against them. This is their sixteenth time not paying.” However she did not like the last sentence that fell out of the sassy up tight blonde’s mouth. “Ha, if you can find someone to take better care of this town, by all means let me know. Talle wouldn’t survive two seconds without me stirring the wheel.”

“Wait, wait, wait, please, Madame Mayor.” Aladdin still, despite noticing the irritation in the mayor’s voice, insisted, pleading. “You don’t understand. The man who lives in this house - he ain’t well. He doesn’t know how to take care of himself, let alone provide the money for the rent. So, I help him. Please, I’m not asking for the debt to absolved, but if you would just give me a few more days, I’ll have the money. I promise. And I never break my promises.”

“That may be, but then what happens the next time I have to come out here to seize the property when he can’t pay the next bill?” Myranda scoffed, unshaken, hoping that the young man was able to understand some of her decent sense. “If he can’t afford such a place like this, you need to put him in proper care. This isn’t a charity, this is a town, Mr... What was your name again?”

“Well, have to make it worth your while, just in case you need it.” She replied, shrugging a bit as she thought about it. “The roses? Well, of course! We’d love to be able to help you out. We actually have some interesting colors with us this year, so it could definitely help with those conversation changes.” Medea answered before standing. “Here, let me show you.”

“Wonderful! Lead the way!” Myranda smiled, happy that she hadn’t wasted any gas. However even though this lady seemed very friendly for the most part, something about her left Myranda... well, disturbed. She had not a clue why, as they had never met before. However, she just felt a cold chill as she followed the brunette. She dusted it off though as she spoke. “And please, no need for the formality. You can call me Myranda.”

“Sorry I don’t mean to eavesdrop but you weren’t exactly being subtle with your exchange either,” Aurora commented, coming up to the two after hearing the raised voices from afar. “How much do they owe for their property?” she asked, pulling out her checkbook.

“You don’t mean to eavesdrop yet you clearly are.” Myranda replied very abrupt to the blonde who had stopped her and her assistant from leaving the devastating scene. She didn’t like people watching her work, let alone criticizing the way she did it. “Most likely too much for you to pay out of your back pocket.” She let out a scoff upon seeing the girl pulling out a checkbook though. “I’m sorry but who are you to just come up and tell me how to do my job as acting mayor of Talle? Are you running for office?”

Alice had been minding her own business, daydreaming until a loud voice startled her and seemingly everything around her. Sitting up on the bench she turned to look around and spot the mayor who seemed to be arguing with someone who was visibly shaken, missing what the ordeal was about she approached with caution, looking to the back of the person who had walked away and to the mayor. “They must have done something dreadful-.. I mean, you’d have to have done to be all but honked at through that thing. Though I suppose it would be good for spreading news and stories-… may I see it?” Alice asked curiously as she gestured to the megaphone.

Having been stopped from her yelling of the poor townsperson, did Myranda pause as she looked at the peculiar girl who had been the cause of the interruption. It wasn’t the first time Myranda had to deal with the “crazies” of the town and it wasn’t going to be the last. “What? No.” She flat out said, shaking her head as she put a hand to the side, stopping her own assistant from handing the girl the megaphone. “Excuse me, this is between the town’s office and the residents of this property. Who are you to interject in these matters?” 

Bella had been walking by the whole scene, stopping for only a moment to see what might’ve been going on. She listened as the mayor spoke, head shaking lightly as she stood there. She kind of felt bad for the person who had lost their property, but also felt bad that the mayor had to be the one trying to get them to realize fully what had happened. As she left, she happened to pass by someone, taking a moment to realize it that it was the Mayor she had saw moments before. “Tough day on the job?” She asked, giving a friendly smile.

Myranda had been rubbing her forehead to soothe the headache that had been brought upon the stress of telling the poor unforntuate soul off. She looked up though upon hearing a new voice and smiled when she recognized it was the young woman she had bumped into at the town’s barbeque. “Oh yes, indeed.” She sighed, answering the other. “Kicking someone out of their home... Not the best part of being the mayor.” She smiled though, trying to bring light to the rather dim subject. 

“Well, the only way these people should be using their creativity is to figure out how to keep their customers happy. Or at least this customer.” She told the woman, a slight shrug of her shoulder. “But, we’ll see what’s going to happen.” Medea put her phone down before giving a smile over to the woman across from her. “Anything I can do for you Madam Mayor?”

“I’d hate to get on your bad side then.” Myranda softly chuckled and then cleared her throat. “Yes, I was hoping to have a look at the roses you have here. There’s a big banquet coming up at the city hall and I really want to add a bit of color and beauty to the otherwise boring talk if you catch my drift.”

“What is this?” Myranda stated as she showed the police lady the creepy picture that had been left in her mailbox for her to find. A picture of the mayor herself getting out of her car in the graveyard in the middle of the night to talk to someone she knew. The photo of her had been circled red and in big marquee words a message - madame mayor... madame secrets. She looked at the officer with a scowl on her face of frustration. “You all are supposed to be Talle’s finest crew. Protect it’s citizens and here I am, receiving this clear message of blackmail and a threat!” She slammed the creepy photo on the desk, as it made her cringe in utter fear and disgust.

Pietro laughed nervously, “Well I’m glad I didn’t have a drink or food in my hand then because given my clumsiness, I would be locked up by now,” He joked, “I’m sorry anyway.”

“You’re that clumsy, huh?” Myranda chuckled and cleared her throat as she continued. “But thank you anyway. You seem so kind. Most wouldn’t even have given me a second glance, despite me being the mayor. They get so wrapped up in these sorts of things. It’s hard to keep a straight head.”