#* victoria.

         “you---you’re coming with me. you’re an intern and you’re expendable.” she wasn’t completely serious. okay, maybe she was... but no one would come along with her to any kind of event if they knew better. victoria was extremely precise when it came to what she needed and how she wanted everything to go. if something didn’t go perfectly, she would throw a fit and was known to fire someone in the meantime. “i need help choosing a dress and if you don’t fuck up, then we’ll get you one too and you can come along. i imagine you’re going to wet yourself in anticipation, so hurry up and grab your stuff before i choose someone else.”     | @bloodspcrt. 

        “You wrote this?” Victoria was never impressed, and she was really trying to hide the tone in her voice. Eyes scanned over the phone, wishing so bad that whatever the other person was showing her looked like shit. A little sigh left her lips as she nodded her head, leaning back onto her hand that was holding onto the desk in her office. “Look, as much as I would love to give you a job I just... can’t. There’s no openings and I have an amazing team of writers.” There was a pause as Vic offered the phone back to the other, pursing her lips a little and looking them over. “However, I am looking for an assistant and if you can keep up with me we’ll see how well you can do with a few columns. I... am very intrigued by your writing and I want to see how well you’ll do. If you’re interested, of course.” 

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