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“Oh,” Helen said, settling back in her seat. “Yes, of course I understand. I suppose I’m also pretty busy as well too. With the kids and the work around the house.”

Maybe this was a blessing in disguise. It felt like one, even though there was still the slight sting of rejection. Cruella did remind her of her old life. The one before the mask, Bob, and the kids. With her family and all the privilege that wealth allowed her.

It gave her mixed feelings about the woman. But she liked to think positive. So, she smiled still and nodded. “Well, hopefully we can find time eventually. I’ll let you get back to work.”

Cruella smirked. “Of course, darling, you too.”

She turned away to head to the board room and, before getting out of the main hall, she looked back.

“Ah! Almost forgot,” the woman added, and tossed her fur coat to Helen’s desk. “Be a dear and take this to the coat room, please! I’m running late.”

And with that, she managed to vanish from the room before the receptionist could so much as utter another word.

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How could she forget her husband? Was Helen’s first thought. Her and Bob after all were just -

It was something she could never find the right words for without sounding so cliche or making her children gag. Bob was the love of her life - now and forever. A life without him would just be -

“A husband? Oh, you’re holding out on me. What’s his name? Maybe you and him can come out one night with me and Bob for drinks or something?” Helen offered, already regretting it and hearing Bob’s voice in the back of her head telling her to retract the offer quickly.

Cruella let out a hearty chuckle - Going out with the secretary? Yes, of course. And with Harold to boot? That’d be her and three utterly boring people out for a night. She might as well rip her own hair out.

“Ah! His name is Harold. I think that wouldn’t be easy, considering he’s out of town most of the time. He’s a businessman and is often in London, you see. We each have our own businesses, but mine is more... local. That and the Board tend to keep me rooted in Swynlake, you know?”

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All the ways that mattered? 

Helen didn’t have time to question that statement before a phone was shoved towards her and she saw the smiling face of a beautiful redhead. She could see the family similarities in some ways in their features. She smiled up at the woman.

“I’m sorry to hear that, but I’m sure she is,” She said. “Sometimes children don’t realize those hard lessons immediately.” She liked to think so at least. “Maybe you’ll hear from her. Or she’ll come back. At least you have your dogs and friends to keep you company until then.”

“Ah, yes, they’re such little darlings!” Cruella exclaimed, her thoughts immediately going to her beautiful dogs. “They’re always by my side. As for friends... Well, I’m picky in that respect, but I have just enough of them to come around. Oh! I also have a husband, of course. Silly me. ”

She’d forgotten like she so often did, but her husband did still exist.

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Oh, Helen heard. But she wasn’t too concerned herself. It was almost laughable to her. Like the time when her and Bob were freshly married, moved into their new house together, and a burglar actually broke in while they were both sleeping. He had no idea what he was in for when it came to the Parrs.

But she still pulled on a face of concern and nodded. “I’ve heard, but I’ve taken precautions. My husband is apart of the police department here, so he’s been informed about all of that and the measures we should take to stay safe,” Helen informed the concerned woman. “Oh, did you raise your niece here?”

“Ah! Well, it seems you’re both more than settled down!” the woman said. “Congratulations!”

Cruella, filled with pride, leaned against the desk and smiled at the other woman. “I did raise her in all the ways that matter, of course,” she replied. The woman pulled out her phone and browser her gallery until she found one of the very few pictures of Anita, from her time in Swynlake, and offered it to the receptionist.

“She arrived a spoiled brat, just like her mother, and I took her under my wing. I taught her how to work, and how to carry a business on her own. I’m sure she’s very grateful nowadays, even if she doesn’t say it. Oh she’s very grateful indeed! Too bad she ran off with some good-for-nothing... but she’ll come around!”

Cruella didn’t miss Anita. Nor was she feeling resentful or lonely, or anything like that.

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Helen was going to let the extravagant looking woman slide with what appeared to be a small - jab? She was unsure. Plus, she didn’t want to want to get into a fight on the first day. Especially with a board member.

(Not to mention Helen had long since become exhausted with ignorance and prejudice against Magick that she’d almost become numb to it. A lifetime of it had worn her down.)

“Diversity is one of the reasons, yes. I wanted to raise my kids in a place of acceptance, so they can learn to live among others unlike them without prejudice,” She explained. “If there’s one place in the world that can teach them about inclusivity, it’s definitely here. As a board member yourself, I’m sure you’d agree. Do you have kids?”

Cruella nodded. “You’re definitely right about that. Of course, they also have to be careful,” she warned. “You know, just in case. We have a messy history of vampire attacks and the like, after all.”

The final question pulled a slightly forced smile from the woman. “Ah! Goodness, no. Well, I do have two beautiful puppies, the little darlings. I have a niece, too, though she left home some time ago. Not all of us are cut out to be mothers, I suppose.”

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“I am,” Helen said confidently. “It may not be as important as your job, but it’s still mine. I’m determined to do a good job for you and the town.” Like a worker bee. Helen had always seen herself that way, and she liked it that way. She had always preferred behind the scenes instead of the spotlight.

She nodded in agreement, sitting herself back in her chair to get comfortable. “Oh, I know. I’ve moved around a lot in my life, and this town definitely has something many of the others didn’t.” Like how accepting it is of Magicks. It was a nice change.

Cruella smirked. “Well, I’m glad you’re that motivated,” she replied. “It speaks well about you, that’s for certain.”

The woman crossed her arms. “May I ask, why Swynlake in particular? It’s quaint and nice, sure, but it’s not exactly a special place, other than for the Magicks who live here. We do pride ourselves in our community’s... diversity.”

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Helen only kept up her sweet smile, happy at how well this was actually going so far. Her replacement had made this woman sound quite vicious. And while entitlement radiated off of her like light off the sun, she’d hardly call her vicious.

“You can count on it,” She nodded as she gave the woman’s hand a firm shake. “And I’m hoping for a long time. I just moved to town with my family, actually. So far, I love it. I think it’d be too hard to leave.”

Plus, another move would really be testing Rick’s patience with them. And bless that man, he had so much patience for them.

“That’s certainly refreshing to hear. You seem to be very... motivated, despite the common qualities of your job. Not that it’s bad, of course. I respect a working woman,” Cruella assured, before adding in a kinda-loud chuckle.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying the place. I must say that it loses some of the charm after a few years of living here, but not all of it. Swynlake is... special in many ways.“

The De Vil Wears Prada || Hella

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It was Helen’s first morning.

And it was still so early, but things were going well so far she’d say. She’d seen her kids and Bob off that morning, making sure all four were ready for the day, and she made it to Town Hall thirty minutes early. It gave her enough time to get her new work space organized to her liking, and get properly settled. From there, it was easy. 

She’d done this song and dance many times, and her years of working for the NSA had made her very – flexible. 

So when a extravagantly dressed woman walked in - Mrs. De Vil, she believed, she didn’t flinch. The description she’d gotten of her was spot on to the imposing figure that walked right up to her desk. Deadly heel clicks and all. 

Looks like this was another day Helen would have to swallow her pride. But that didn’t mean she’d be a doormat. So, she looked up from her typing, and gave the sweetest smile she could muster up for the woman. “Mrs. De Vil, I’m assuming? Sorry to disappoint, but the last receptionist resigned over the weekend. Something about fear for her safety, I believe. I’m her replacement, and I’ve been informed that getting your coffee is not apart of my job.”

She held out her hand over the desk, chin raised up. “Helen Parr, by the way. Glad to be working with you.”

Well, of course she resigned. The woman was beyond weak. That was why Cruella liked her so much, whatever her name had been. At least she had that going for her. This woman? She seemed... average. She probably had two or three average-looking kids and drove them to football practice before having wine with other average-looking women in someone’s living room.

“Ah, yes, well... She was incapable of doing things right, so I suppose it was bound to happen eventually. It’d appear you’re rather confident, so... I hope that reflects on the rest of your work, darling,” Cruella said, tilting her head as she looked down at the other woman.

She glanced at the extended hand as if it were a hissing snake or something, but eventually reached out to shake it. “Ah, glad to make your acquaintance, Helen, dear. It’s always a pleasure to have a confident new face working for me. I do hope you enjoy your time here, short or long as it may be.”

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Mateo stared at the woman a moment, completely at a loss. If she didn’t want him to pay to have her coat cleaned, what did she want? 

Gritting his teeth through the wave of pain and nausea, Mateo tried to meet her gaze as evenly as he could. “I—I’m sorry, but I don’t understand. I apologized. I offered to try and make this right and now you’re calling me selfish?” He crossed his arms. “Can you please just tell me what you want from me so I can go and be miserable by myself?”

Happy birthday to me, he thought sadly as he scuffed his sneaker in the dirt.

Cruella closed her eyes and her chin pointed all the way up. If you asked any other person, they’d probably admit she had no idea what she was asking for. But the woman would never admit it.

“What I want, darling, you cannot give,” she concluded, and removed her coat completely before standing up. “Please, for the love of all that is good, be a better person next time, child.” And with that, she turned to leave, not before shooting the man one more stinker look.

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It wasn’t a good morning. In general, it hadn’t been a great week, either. There was a delay in shipments to Casa De Vil because of some stupid protest or what-have-you somewhere in the world, and she’d had to apologize to many customers. And Cruella hated apologies.

No matter, because she was in Town Hall now. It was nice, in Town Hall. People looked at her with respect and mostly fear. So, the woman walked in with all the confidence in the world. Her mink coat moved at the beat of her heels as she opened the door and walked up to the reception desk.

And there was no coffee there.

Cruella had scared the receptionist into leaving a cup of coffee for her, perfectly prepared, and she’d done it without fault for a year now. Did she die or something?

Oh, but she didn’t. She was right there, sitting behind the desk. Cruella didn’t know the woman’s name. Or even her face. But they couldn’t have just changed the receptionist without telling her!

“Pardon me,” she called out after clearing her throat. “But I don’t see my coffee anywhere! Has something extraordinary happened this morning, perhaps? Some sort of monster attack or apocalyptic event?”

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Mateo barely heard a word she said, as he was too busy breathing through the pain and the dizzy spell. He really should go home and rest, but he wasn’t sure he could make it. Maybe if he texted Elena? Or Naomi? One of them could come get him, though they’d probably kick his butt for coming out at all.

“Hmmm?” he groaned, his head in his hands, “What? No, not a faint. It’s an injury.”

He wondered if he had enough money on him to pay her to go away. It’s not like he was going to be going on any rides or throwing darts in his condition. “I have ten pounds,” he tried to look at her, his eyes dim with pain, “is that enough to pay for the dry cleaning on your coat?”

Cruella gasped in faux-surprise. “Pardon?!” she exclaimed. “I’m not some beggar, darling. I have enough money to pay for my own dry cleaning, thank you very much!”

And then, because Cruella’s being seemed to be fueled by the tormetn of others, she continued talking unlike any other sensitive person would. “Wanting to throw money at something and wanting it to be fixed? Oh, no, how about you be decent from the start, for a change? Kids these days are so selfish.“

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Indeed, Mateo’s soul felt quite pierced and he cringed away from the glare. 

“I—I’m sorry!” he spluttered, mortified and overwhelmed by the anger being directed at him. “I didn’t think—I was just trying to tie my shoe and it was the only place top put it.”

He had to help, somehow. He just wasn’t sure how. Clearly, he couldn’t just wipe it off. That would probably just make things worse. Honeslty, he was at a loss with that woman snarling at him.

With each hissed word, his head throbbed a bit more and dizziness began to overwhelm him. His doctor had warned him about allowing himself to get too stressed out in these early months after his injury. One hand clutching his head, he turned and half collapsed onto the bench beside her with a small groan.

This was not how he’d imagined his pre-birthday trip to the carnival going. 

“Of course it was the only place - it’s not like there’s any other vertical surface around,” Cruella said, in a mocking tone of voice.

Now, by this point, people would usually start either trembling in terror or talking back at her, or fainting from Cruella’s raw energy. But this man seemed to get a terrible headache out of it instead.

“Quite frankly, fainting a headache is the least creative way to get out of something, darling,“ the woman said, returning to her normal tone of voice for a moment. “It’s the coward’s way out!”

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Mateo thought he recognized the woman. Maybe one of the town leadership type people? He was sure Elena would know who she was, but Elena wasn’t there now. It was just him and he supposed it didn’t matter who she was. The truth was she was a woman in a very nice dress who now had cake smooshed all over the back of it.

“Well, you see, ma’am,” Mateo started, wringing his hands uneasily, “I—well, it isn’t all that simple actually because you just sat on my birthday cake. I mean, cupcake. But still—”

Cruella’s perfectly tranquil and graceful face slowly faded into an expression of pure rage as the man described what had happened. And now that he mentioned it - and after wiggling her behind just a little bit to make sure - it really did feel like she was sitting on cake.

“Your WHAT?!” she exclaimed out loud, with a screech that would make anyone think she was actually some sort of harpy. The red in her face and the murder in her eyes slowly weakened, though, as she realized that the moment she rose, people would notice. She’d be the laughing stock of the town once everyone posted it on Facebook.

And so, she didn’t get up. And instead, she murmured, piercing the man’s very soul with her eyes. “Listen, you little -- Who told you a bench was a good place to put a cake?! Do you realize what you’ve done?”

The garden’s behind Hell Hall were extensive. However, they were recognizable enough for people not to wander into them. The small road that the back gate led  to was used only by the gardeners and occassional staff, because, quite frankly, it led nowhere interesting. The gate was, thus, usually locked.

This time around, someone must’ve forgotten to lock it, because it was easy to see a figure enter it all the way from the back deck where Cruella had been having her tea. Spot and Stripe, the two rottweilers, barked in the direction of the intruder, but Cruella stood up and got there faster than the dogs - mostly because one of them had only three legs and was a little overweight.

“Wandering around, are we?“ the woman asked, feigning pleasantry. She continued as both the dogs approached slowly, looking at the young man with caution. “I don’t think we know you, do we?“

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The noise was so loud. It felt like screams, the screeching of the wheels on the carts, one he had grabbed what he wanted he couldn’t leave fast enough. The stares burned a hole in his back. Their muttering was like thunder in his ears. Roaring pounding thunder. Anymore his ears would surely bleed from the volume. Wiping his eyes he was quick to pull his hood up his face covered by the fabric, thick and warm. It reminded him of his bed. His bed he couldn’t get too, he could recall the polices words readily. It was when his heart finally dropped into his stomach. When reality hit him like a tidal wave. When the flicker of hope went out. It was getting noticeably darker his feet began to lead him towards home. After all that was the routine right? Pick up some things that his grandma requested then head home and start dinner play some music perhaps sneak out to look at the stars.

If anyone was to enter his yard now they would see the police tape making off the whole yard and house. For it was the scene of a death that echoed in Todd’s mind when he closed his eyes it was there, as he walked into the night he waited to heart it ‘there he goes, you know what he did?’ Turning a Corner he quickly walked across the street and down the road till he reached the familiar garden. He was going to be ejterfing from the other entrance but that didn’t matter, as long as he could get inside and sleep. He had to remember to thank Errol for letting him stay in the Hotel. The gate to the garden seemed different but then again he was overtired. His hand drifted just hovering above the fresh leaves. He felt his shoulders relax just slightly breathing out a sigh until he froze at the sound of someone standing before him.

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Cruella was well above this townie nonsense. She didn’t understand how people could even enjoy celebrating the coming of fall - which had nothing to do with them whatsoever - by riding a bunch of rotting rides and eating a bunch of dubious dishes in a patch of grass by the lake.

And yet, there she was, because the members of the Board had to be with the people and not “be terrible”, according to her image manager. She decided to comply, of course, at least for a little bit.

After failing to find any decent cocktails at the stands/eyesores, she decided to ultimately take a seat on a nearby bench. And so she did, hoping for some peace and quiet... the latter of which lasted but a second, because some kid wanted to talk to her now.

“Then don’t bother me, darling, it’s quite simple,” she scoffed, trying to play her request as a simple joke.

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It was the last night of the fall festival which happened to be the night before his birthday, so Mateo decided to treat himself to a pre-birthday cupcake from one of the festival fundraiser booths. It looked delicious—chocolate cake with a heap of fluffy vanilla frosting and plenty of sprinkles.

Before he could take a bite, however, he realized his shoe was untied and sat the cupcake on a nearby bench while he rested his foot up on the seat to give him easier access to his shoestrings. Sensing a presence before it happened, he quickly looked over, watching in horror as someone plopped down right on top of his cupcake.

"Ummm...excuse me," he started, his face flushed as he gestured awkwardly towards the bench, "I hate to bother you but..."

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Cruella was about as subtle as a sledgehammer. Bradley honestly wondered how this town of fucking bleeding heart liberals even elected her – didn’t everything about this woman scream anti-Magick, old money, totally not in it for anything but her own personal gain? At least Bradley’s self-curated persona of partying playboy meant that people underestimated him. Maybe Cruella’s skill lay in the fact that she was so fucking obvious that people thought she wasn’t.

Whatever. She wanted to fuck him. Probably use him like a pool boy or something. Bradley didn’t mind being used by a hot, older, rich woman. He knew she’d probably blow his mind.

He’d heard rumors that Cruella had a sex dungeon of sorts.

“Well, then it’s settled. You, me, the ride of a lifetime. You’ll find that I’m very flexible,” he said. “So just give me a ring whenever your heart desires.”  

Cruella smirked. She was satisfied with someone like Bradley. Not only because he had a good-looking body or nice lips, but there was also the fact that he seemed excited to go through with things.

Not that there weren’t many men fighting for Cruella’s attention in town - of course there were! But someone like Bradley? Well, he was safe in a way, because he wouldn’t become an annoying hurdle in the road afterwards, but he seemed eager enough to make it an interesting experience.

Not to mention that she was thinking of all the fun she could have when she had her attractive young neighbour at her mercy, wearing nothing but something she’d pick for him - Ah, save that thought for later, of course.

Her fingers curled at the man’s final statement, nails lightly scratching his thigh in the process. “Don’t get too comfortable, then. You might just get a call tonight.”

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