"This cannot blow up, especially not when we're going to reach double billion digits in sale. This is a crucial moment for Florence, any small move could affect us greatly," Aurora reminded Drew with great caution brewing in her tone.
"Let's get going," Drew shrugged and walked out of the room.
"Where to?" Aurora asked, quick to follow.
"The M.B.N.A. of course," Drew deadpanned.
As they reached the staircase, Aurora licked her fingers and caressed Drew's hair to tame them down. Since she was a step above, she could easily access her madam's head whilst the ravenette muttered casual curses under her breath.
As they reached down, Aurora overtook Drew to the foyer and took out the highest heels from the racks. She held open the front door as her Madam hastily got the shoes on and sped fast her former audience to ignite her engine.
The ride to the Marriage Bureau was a swift one for Drew drove like she was escaping fate, point blank, evading speeding tickets by a hair's width of patience.
The car halted to a screech in front of the creme government building. Drew banged the door shut as she got out and charged inside the building while Aurora issued apologies left, right and center at the behest of her mistress' rudeness.
Drew grabbed a random stranger by overlapping an arm around his shoulder and asked, "Where's the big boss here?"
"Umm, third floor, the last cabin at the end of the hall—"
She let go of him and paced towards the elevator, all the while Aurora bowed in great thanks to the flustered intern.
A group of employees clustered around the intern, conspicuous whispers echoing in the silent hallway as Drew and Aurora ventured to the third floor.
"Was that who I think it was?"
"But what would she be doing here of all places?"
"Wasn't all of her campaign about being single to win that award?"
"Yes yes, it was. Maybe it's about the other girl with her."
"Who knows? She looked pretty mad."
"She isn't even pretty in person."
"Quite lanky, yes."
"That's why you should all get married so that there is someone to take care of you when you're making money." The old manager's distasteful words acted like a cold sword slashing the crowd into dissipating.
Back on the third floor, Drew seated herself on a chair in front of Chief Parker, head of the Marriage Bureau and the man most likely to have legalized her un-consented wedding.
"Ah, Miss D—" the chief began but was rudely cut off.
"Your blatant disregard to consent considering a young individual's life has rendered that prefix useless for me," Drew spat.
Aurora threw the marriage certificate onto his table and the confused chief picked it up for a quick glance.
"Ah, congratulations Mrs—"
"Pssh, shh, sshh, not a word from you!" Drew cringed, "Merely confirm if it is real," she pointed at the certificate.
Chief Parker turned on the UV light lamp on his desk and held the certificate underneath it. On the corner right, an invisible seal of the Marriage Bureau birthed to vision.
"As authentic as it can be! Congratulations Ma'am! But weren't you going for the solo award?" Chief Parker grinned as he placed the certificate back on the table, switched off the lap and wiped his clammy hands over his thighs.
"Well, I certainly was," Drew sang as she rested against her seat, "But you see, this thing just showed up in my mail today — quite out of the blue. At first I thought of it as a prank but you here seemed to have confirmed its legitimacy. Now, pray tell, for a certificate issued by your own department, why were you acting oblivious to it's existence?"
The man licked his lips before answering, "Oh, Ma'am, you cannot expect all the certificates to pass by me—"
"But the seal is yours," Drew interjected.
"—ah, of course, I just stamp without thoroughly readi—"
"Are you implying that you do not proofread or recheck records?"
"—oh, no no, no, I just meant, like, I don't memorise them all—"
"Enough with your bullshit old man!" Drew slapped a hand over his desk top, stood up, "You and I both know what you've done, so now, pinch your tail between your legs and fucking give me the record file for this marriage," and snapped.
"Ah, yes yee yes," the stout man immediately got up and began shuffling around his office to look for the file.
"This man's ancient," Drew scowled as she witnessed how a government official could very well have been nominated for the Oscars, given the dedication with which he pretended to look around the rows of cabinets all lined with with marriage records.
After wasting six minutes, he sighed and said, "Silly me, I seem to have lost it somewhere. Can you c—
"You little piece of shi—" Drew jumped to pluck his hair out but was grounded to the seat by Aurora's firm grip on her shoulders.
"Let me handle this," the brunette smiled at her Madam and walked forward. "Good evening, Chief Parker," she greeted with a smile on her face, head tilting just a bit to invite intrigue.
"Ah, good evening miss, miss—?"
"Aurora Millers," she supplied and held out a business card for him to take, "I am Ms. Vinchester's legal representative. Pleasure to make your acquaintance." She held out a hand which Chief Parker begrudgingly shook.
"You see, we do not want any inconveniences. We only need the identity of her groom, you know it is a very sensitive matter for a new bride to be in such a predicament." There was an evil glint in her grey eyes that shook Chief Parker to his spine.
"B-but, Miss..."
"If you still insist, my Madam can give up. All she has to lose is a chunk of metal and two minutes of fame, nothing too much. You, on the other hand, a salaried government employee, if reported, have everything to lose, Mr. Parker," Aurora shook her head, "However else are you going to afford your children's education in this economy, huh?" She tsked at the sweating man in front, one look around his cabin was enough to deduce, "Those kids are still middle schoolers, how unfortunate!"
"I, I didn't want to do it but I did and now I cannot tell you about him. Understand me when I say this, I cannot tell you anything about him. Just know that he is no usual man. He's far more powerful than what you think," Chief Parker whispered, exasperated by the words coming out of his own mouth.
"You know why I am known as the mad bitch of Berkleigh?" Drew asked as she got up from her seat.
"I did not even know that you had a nickname like that," Chief Parker stated plainly.
"Tsk," Aurora shot him a dirty glare as Drew continued:
"It's because I leave no soul unscathed if they dare cross me. Chief Parker, I will gnaw the joy and your job out of your flesh if I have to," she threatened as she walked out of the office, not before toppling an expensive looking crystal vase to the ground.
It fell to the floor, shattering into a million sparkling pieces which would certainly be a headache to pick up.
"We'll reimburse that, of course," Aurora smiled and slipped a card in Chief Parker's hand, "Call me." She picked the certificate from the desk and walked over the broken shards, further crushing them to finer dust, "Be careful on your way out."
The once highly valued and envied ornament of his office was now reduced to diamond dust with no monetary value. The man gulped as he surrendered himself to his seat, not trusting his legs enough to support him. He wondered if he chose the right side to support.
Outside, Drew was busy shouting in her car, "Worthless, absolute arsehole of an individual! How dare he! HOW DARE HE ACCEPT HIS FOLLY AND GIVE ME SHADE?! OH I AM GOING TO RUIN THEM ALL. I WILL SUE YOU ALL. THERE IS NO WAY I CONSENTED TO THIS MARRIAGE. I HAVE ALL THE RIGHTS AND LEGAL GROUNDS —"