Elena checked her phone and sighed, the same sigh she’d been sighing all day. She was just not a woman who liked surprises. She hadn't liked them as a prowrestler, and now that she was Justine’s assistant and her life revolved around organization, she found herself liking them markedly less.Schedule:
9:00 AM - Wake up. Fix breakfast: Eggs, Sunny Side Up, Impossible Bacon, Three slices of toast, crustless. Mocha Frappe with precisely three sugar, low-fat.
10:00 AM - Meeting with Arthur Cross
Noon - Lunch reservation at Sukiyabashi Jiro
1:30 PM - Personal massage therapy session
2:30 PM - Fight the LAW preparation for Cuba
4:30 PM - Tennis at Kingscourt
6:30 PM - TIFFANY
Usually, Justine was an incredibly organized, punctual woman, and it was one of things - one of the many things, if she were honest - that Elena loved about her. She liked to have everything planned and scheduled down to the second. Liked to know where she would be and what she should be doing at all times. She was a woman, who, historically, had her shit together.
But not tonight. Instead of giving Elena a good idea of how the evening would go, she’d just invited this floppy Tiffany over for a ‘meeting’, with no idea of how long they were supposed to be going, and she’d totally left Elena in the dark. She needed to know when her nightly bath should be drawn, so she could have the water set at a perfect 103°…
With such a big hole in her schedule, Elena decided to spend some time being useful - after she’d dropped Tiffany off, as instructed, she’d made a quick store run to restock Justine’s haircare products, which had been running dangerously low in recent days. She planned to slip into the bathroom through the side door, put them in their proper place, and be gone before the two even knew she was there.
And that was when she heard it.
A loud, thunderous crash, coming from the main room. Without a single thought, Elena dropped all of her stuff and came rushing in find Scarlett crashed amongst the glass, broken and bloody, while the skank loomed over her like she was ready to finish the job.
Not going to happen.
“Boss!” Elena rushed in and put herself between them with her fists raised up tight, more than willing to send the hussy out through the nearest window if that was what it came to. “Back up shitbird!”
