Chapter 2

                                    

                                          
The polish white door to the Mayor's Office swung swiftly on it's hinges, revealing the black and white ornate room that had once homed Regina Mills during the hours between 9 and 5. Well, at least it has in the world up top. Down here the room had lost it's shine; the clean surfaces had long since dusted, and what was supposed to be white was instead dull, with a grey tint. Zelena smirked as she proceeded into the office, running her hand along the mantelpiece, picking up ornaments that had been roped to their surface with thick cobwebs. 
"Looks like Regina really outdid herself with this... Adequate, maid she hired." She snorted a small, yet elegant laugh. "Ah. I forget that she doesn't actually run this place. It's so... Refreshing to not constantly be under her, tiring power." She waltzed over to the Mayor's chair, sinking herself into it's leather cushion. "Oh well this isn't right." Zelena lifted herself from the chair. It lacked something that the rest of the office had plenty of. Dust, cobwebs... Stiffness. It was obvious that this chair had been more used than any other seat in this dire uber town. Her eyes scanned the table, which now, under more intense examination, didn't have dust on it either.
What. Was that. Zelena's eyes came across something on the window sill that definitely was not their under the influence of her sister. It was a... Dalmatian puppy? But it was far from alive, clearly the poor thing had been stuffed, mounted, laying on a plush, miniature dog bed. Huh. 
"What the hell is this?" Zelena sneered, stroking the puppy's still soft fur, looking into it's glass eyes. "Im going to have to remove this. It's creeping me out, quite frankly." She turned her back on the dog, walking back over to the desk, perching herself of the edge. 
"I see you found my pet, darling." Zelena turned her attention to the now open doorway. It was the she-devil. Cruella was slouched against the porcelain design walls, her fur shawl draped across her skinny shoulders, pouted lips in an amused smile at Zelena's blank expression. "Sorry darling, place isn't for sale, and neither is my pet, for the record."