Not This Again

[Vida Marcello]

It wasn't like Vida to speed through LA the way she did now. LA was known for its reckless drivers and accidents that were caused because of it... but she didn't have time to just sit and wait for the cars in front of her like an old lady. Her job - her career was constantly being tampered with. At first, being switched out of roles just felt like normal show business, where they found a better fit... being chosen for commercials but then being replaced without much of any reason - but now it was getting ridiculous. And it took a email from her agent to give her a clue of who was going out of their way to fuck with her strings.

After pulling up to the entrance of the stack of penthouses and those who'd reside inside. The dark haired model cut off the engine of her car and made her way through the entrance and past the front desk. "Miss, wait! Are you-"

"I already know where I'm headed. Thanks." Without stopping to talk, skipping a step or missing a beat, Vida took an elevator to the top floor. She'd give it about ten minutes before they called security but that was okay. She wasn't planning on staying long. There was really nothing she hated more than to have to break away from a date that she wanted to disband since the moment the guy mentioned loving cats. Yeah so it was safe to say, she'd rather be doing this.

Her knuckles met the outside of Ellen Bank's door as her other hand clenched around the roll of emails she printed out earlier. The knock wasn't gentle... at all and Vida could only hope the producer was there and not in one of her other homes or wherever producers ran to live inLA now a days. "Hey, Ellen? It's Vida Marcello."

[Ellen Banks]

It hit THAT time of the day, Ellen noted with a far amount of scorn on her face , her eyes lazily drifting towards the clock on the wall with a heavy sigh, practically willing the small hour hand to twitch downwards, but if anything it seemed to be welded shut to the clock, glued or frozen stiff to that position forever more….



...And forever Ellen would most likely be stuck at her office, not that Ellen typically minded her work. If anything Ellen was something of a workaholic as long as she felt like she was doing something rather productive, but today? Not so lucky, she was stuck on “Head shoot” duties, her father had a new project coming up, and Ellen was instructed to find a fresh face for it.



...and so Ellen was struck gazing bored at the endless parade of mildly attractive faces to cut through, a who-whose of dreamers just hoping that Ellen was benevolent enough to give her a call.



...Honestly? Their names was forgotten the moment Ellen looked away….



She was just about to call someone just to end her misery when suddenly an all too familiar scratching irritation voice came from her door. “Oh Vida” Ellen sighed as she went about shuffling pages neatly on her desk “I’m afraid I’m FAR too busy to talk today, but talk to my secretary and I’ll be happy to arrange a meeting. Have a nice day”

[Vida Marcello]

Leaning her right shoulder against the door, she listened to the response from the other side. Appointments weren't her thing, and neither was almost being blacklisted by some weak producer who'd pay someone to spoon feed her yogurt if she could. Chuckling that lacked humor, Vida knocked again. "Yeah, see. That's not the response I need." Standing up off ofthe door, she knocked again but this time just to be annoying.

They both knew that she wasn't going anywhere until the door opened, so why make this difficult? And people wondered why Vida had a short temper.

Her slender fingers raked through her dark brown hair as she glanced down at the rolled up papers in her hand. "Look. I'm pretty sure security will be here in a few minutes since I ignored the guy at the front desk who was looking at porn. But if they get to me before you open this door. You and your father will have a lawsuit on your hands for slandering my name and image based on personal issues that are far beyond business ethics. With emails to prove it."

Folding her arms, she eyed the one thing blocking her from Ellen. "Not to mention, I'm just going to start a rumor scandal about the fact that you're trying to block my career because you want to fuck me, but can't." Was it a lie? Probably. Most likely, but Vida didn't care. Unless they were back in middle school where the bully tormented their crush because they didn't know how to approach them like a normal human being.

She had no idea what went through Bank's mind but Vida wasn't here to play her games.

[Ellen Banks]

Was Vida Ellen’s favourite client? Not exactly, in fact, there were very few people that Ellen didn’t like more than Vida. On their first meeting, she rubbed Ellen the wrong way, which admittedly was painfully easy to do. But Vida in particular pushed Ellen’s buttons, she had no filter and repeatedly told Ellen exactly what she thought of her. Several times over….


...Which wasn’t exactly the smartest thing to do when looking to get help with your career from the biggest production company in the city, but as Ellen has come to realize farily quickly Vida wasn’t exactly the smartest. In fact Ellen could have a tea party with a trained chimp and she’d probably have a more stimulating conversation with her. She had seen her type a million times over, All talk but no real brains to speak of. Honestly if she kept talking like that to her producers she’ll be doing porn by the end of the year.


So naturally Ellen had no desire to engage with whatever it was that was annoying Vida this time, but her head was raised once Vida started speaking


Damn it. So much for producer to producer confidentiality.


So, Ellen had sent various Emails off to a few mover and shakers in the industry. So what? So what if she did? Vida should learn that when you talk down to people, there are consequences for your actions so she should appreciate that lesson.


Ellen was just about to tell her that she doesn’t want to sue The Banks family, they have a army of lawyers that would rip her apart.


...and then she hit her with that last part…


Ellen’s head reeled up rapidly clearly momentarily stunned, her nostrils flaring and eyes narrowing into slits a SURE sign that Ellen was very annoyed indeed. She clicked her tongue underneath her teeth before pressing a button on her dest and calmly speaking into the intercom speaker that would come out on the other side of her secretary’s desk


“Brian.” She began in a overly calm tone of voice “Be a dear, and contact the police please? Tell them that there’s a woman here attempting to break into my office throwing out quicte serious threats despite being told she wasn’t allowed in. She’s being very aggresive, so kindly make sure they know that won’t you? Thank you” With a grateful flail of her wrist she ended the call and calmly sipped her coffee without saying another word

[Vida Marcello]

She had no idea why she had to be treated like some kind of high school delinquent just because Banks had something against her. Sure, Vida was known to have an attitude problem, and sometimes she could be a bit blunt, but she never allowed her flaws get in the way of work. When on set, she was always ready to work, barely ever complained... but it was always difficult to work when the producer always had to point out about every little thing about her. Vida loved her job, and those who made it possible but Ellen made it difficult for her.

Now the blonde went further to make it even more complicated for her, at least on the acting side of things. Fucking bitch. She leaned in closely to the door and she could hear the conversation from the other side. Something about contacting the cops and honestly that was the last thing she needed. It was like this woman wanted to purposely put her on the shit end of the stick. Why? She didn't understand why.

Vida banged on the door again, this time she meant it. "Instead of facing me like a woman, you call the cops on me? Seriously? What is it with you. Hm? What the hell do you have against me? I'm being replaced constantly for roles I deserve and work hard for because of you." 

"For fucks sake." She knew that she had the chance to walk away from this but that also meant that she wouldn't be able to gt her point across. Or she could wait until security and the police got here and there was a chance that it could get ugly. 

So be it.

She raked her nails through her hair once more out of frustration. "Ellen, look -  if you open this door before the cops get here. I promise, I will not lay a hand on you. I just want to talk it out." The same couldn't be promised for any security guard who tried to put their hands on her.

[Ellen Banks]

This, This right here. This was how you dealt with people that caused you acute problems. You don’t need to engage them, you don’t even need to converse with them, See Vida in her apparent rage had, played right into Ellen’s hands and given Ellen all the leverage she needed to swat her nicely away like the little nat that she was. Really what did she think was going to happen? That she storm in and beat Ellen with those rough course knuckles across Ellen’s finely moisturised angelic face? Thankfully Vida seemed to forget the wonderful invention of a lock on a door, not to mention a team of security and the police. To haul her away to someone that was more than happy to deal with her temper tantrum.


Like a guard or an officer or the fine people at the state jail.


Ellen smirked a little at Vida’s clear befuddlement. She clearly didn’t see this in the cards she no doubt thought that Ellen would be bullheaded enough to rush out and confront her. Really? How dumb did she think Ellen really was? Why would she do that when she could do that so easily in here?


“Temper Temper….” Muttered to herself with a cruel little smile dabbling on her face as she sipped her tea. And she couldn’t help but let out a laugh at what Vida had to say next. “Of course you did, you barge through security, hammer on my door, threaten me…..just so we have a nice civil talk...Don’t insult me” Ellen said her voice taking on a edge “I suggest you leave right now and never come back otherwise security or the police will deal with you and I assume you, I’m MUCH more civil then them