At Some Point In Time, Madisyn Thought She Knew Grace. They Had Worked Together, Laughed Together, Drank

At some point in time, Madisyn thought she knew Grace. They had worked together, laughed together, drank together, and had a vision to make the two of them extremely rich (and Madi even more prominent in the influencer-sphere). But, unfortunately, Grace was a self-serving snake, and bad at her job. And poor Madisyn was the one who suffered for it. But she wasn’t going to let this bitch get away with it any longer.

She picked a table as tucked into the corner as possible for maximum privacy, swirling her drink in her cup with a face of disgust as she waited for her farmer business partner to return to the table, barely changing her face as their eyes met again. “Oh, I’m sure we do, Gracie. Maybe let’s start with why the fuck you’re tracking me down, hmm? I’m already forced to live here in Fucksville, Illinois where no one recognises me.” The disgraced influencer shook her head as if that were a bad thing. “I don’t think I have anything to offer you.”

Grace’s smile remained fixed, though she inwardly bristled at Madisyn’s tone. She could feel the tension between them, but Grace wasn’t one to shy away from confrontation, especially when there was something to be gained. “Little ol’ England was charming as ever, but you know me, Mads. I can’t resist the lure of a good business opportunity.” Grace’s voice was smooth and controlled, almost disarmingly so, as she maintained eye contact. “I’ve been keeping busy, as always." Grace already had an idea of how things had been for her former partner, but she wasn't about to argue over something so inconsequential.   As Madisyn gestured to the table, Grace’s eyes flicked to the barista, catching the curiosity in their gaze. She turned back to Madisyn and gave a small nod of acknowledgement. “Sure, let’s do that,” she agreed, her tone light but her mind already calculating her next move. Grace ordered a simple Earl Grey tea and walked over to the table with the confidence of someone who was always in control. She knew, however, in this conversation she’d need to tread carefully. As they sat down, Grace leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs. “So, let’s catch up. I’m sure we have a lot to discuss.” The emphasis on “a lot” was intentional, a not so subtle reminder that Grace was here for more than just a friendly chat.

The farm was beautiful, Madisyn could admit that. It was the view of the landscape that drew her in when she saw it on the property listing site, drunk offtoo much chardonnay and shame and desperation to do something than be Madisyn Huang of ItsAMadsWorld. She observed Jack, wondering if he — like she did — had different expectations of who would be on the other side of the door. “Why thank you, I’m like aiming to spruce it up but keep with that folksy-farmy aesthetic with a modern twist, y’know?” Her smile didn’t even falter when he cut straight to the point — how professional of her, truly! — though it was an indication of how this meeting would go.

“Yes!” She clapped her hands together, stepping out and closing the porch door behind her, indicating him to follow her. “I’m like, not expecting you to get like a hoe or a tractor and do the farm-farm, I have people for that!” She laughed, as if it was the funniest notion in the world. “But um, the yard attached to the actual house, like, literally so gorge. And it’s just so much space with this, like, amazing view. Total Pinterest goals, and I was just seeing what magic you could do here.” They walked around the wrap-around porch, and she unlocked the gate to lead him through. Behind the fence revealed what seemed like miles of gorgeous green lawn, even though there were some overgrown and even dead patches dotted around. It was bordered by dug out flowerbeds, waiting for some fresh plants to grow. “See, not as daunting as like an entire acre of farm land!” She turned to him with a raised eyebrow. “Unless you’re up for that particular challenge.”

It was with a certain wariness that Jack had agreed to this. Even over the phone, the woman exuded a certain... energy. And not the kind he'd historically meshed well with. Whatever. Business was business. Anyway, surely anyone who owned a place like this couldn't be that bad. He squinted up at the farmhouse admiringly as he made his way towards it, the walls were cast perfectly in the golden summer sun giving it almost a fairy tale look. It was the kind of place Grace would've liked.

"'S no problem," he greeted her in turn with a short nod. "Nice place you got here." The sense of wariness that had come from the initial phone call returned. Madisyn wasn't exactly the type of person he'd expect to be running a farm. Her smile was unnerving, the kind he'd learned that came with people who liked to talk. At length. As though he could circumvent this terrible possibility, he decided it was best to get straight to the point. "You said you got some work that needs doing?"

➥ tagging @themadisynhuang

≈ crystal clear. with @ophaeliacs ( giselle ). for task#004 — randomizer #1.

Fucking crystals couldn’t do a fucking thing. It incensed Madi, who had spent the last week  trying to use them to their full advantage, following the steps to ‘charge’ them or as tools for manifestation. But what happened? Nothing. Nothing fucking happened. In fact, she lost one hundred followers on TikTok which was like, the complete opposite of what she wanted!

If anything, Madisyn felt scammed. She felt taken advantage of. And the fucking crystal shop would pay for it

She stormed into the shop, the fabric bag that held the useless pieces of rock swaying dangerously from her grasp, zoning in on someone standing behind the cash register and striding right up to them, throwing the bag down on the counter.

“I want a refund. Now.”

📲 Jamie (Aurora)

MADISYN: heyyyy girlie 💗💗 MADISYN: thinking a few friends of mine might come to the club this weekend just wondering if theres like any VIP perks or something 🥰

@jeanieinabxttle

God, Madisyn should have known from day one that Grace was a freaky stalker. It all seemed off from the jump, from how her publicist pushed for those fucking health bar with Madi's face and name on them, meeting up with the blonde and her Cheshire cat grin. And ultimately, how this shrill British bitch was the reason poor Madi was constantly was afflicted with the scent of llama first thing in the morning. She had half a mind to throw her cup of sludge into Grace's cocky little face, but resisted.

If only because it might not have been what Madisyn ordered, but even oat milk was too good for this wench.

"Oh, I wasn't aware you've been looking for me? I thought you were living it up in little ol' England!" Not that she cared, never seeking out the businesswoman once shit hit the fan with their product. "I've been super good, babe. And you?" Aware that the barista was watching their stilted interaction as if it were some exciting tennis match, Madisyn gestured to a table. "Why don't you get yourself something and we can have a real catch-up over there?" Some semblance of privacy, at least.

Grace had been preparing to approach Madisyn the entire week she’d been in Blue Harbor. From the research she’d conducted, the disgraced influencer apparently was often spotted in town purchasing her coffee from local establishments like Latte Love. Frankly, Grace didn’t understand the appeal. It was a far cry from the polished, high-end cafés she was used to, but no matter. She’d been stopping at Latte Love every day in hopes of running into Madisyn, not because she was a fan of the coffee. (Grace was very particular about her coffee, like most things in her life).  As she stepped into the cafe, the blonde’s eyes landed on a familiar face. Finally her efforts seemed to be paying off. With a perfectly poised smile, Grace closed the distance between them with measured, graceful steps, heels clicking on the floor as she did so. As Madisyn turned to greet with that sing-song voice that seemed to flood the streets of Los Angeles, Grace maintained her poise, the practice smiled she’d worn countless times in high society events firmly in place. “Madisyn Huang,” Grace replied, her voice smooth and controlled. “You’re a difficult woman to track down.” She glanced briefly at the cup in Madisyn’s hand, recalling how the girl had been berating the barista just moments earlier. Typical. It seemed even in this small town, chaos followed wherever Madisyn went. Grace tilted her head, a polite (if not entirely genuine) curiosity in her eyes. “How have you been?”

📲 Volunteer Dude (for task#004 — randomizer #1)

MADISYN: Hey hey heyyyyyy 💗 MADISYN: my business manager said to get in touch about some collab at my farm? 😇😇

@rafaelmoldonado