People parted around Zelda as she stalked thriugh the halls, they recognized the look of righteous fury on her face. It was what she usually wore when facing down with greedy corporate businessmen during a meeting, today however; it was being used for another person entirely.

She made her way into the office of her longtime friend : Eliza Nikos. Eliza looked up at her and grinned as she stormed into the room and slammed the door shut, not once taking her gaze off her target.

"I know what you're here about Zellie! Come on, spill the juicy details, how was that night?"

Earlier in the week her friend had finally gotten her go to a night club to 'let loose and have some real fun.' The night started out all right(if not a bit awkward) watched the entertainment, danced a bit, but as the night went on the details becams fuzzy, she didn't recall much, but she remember enough to know that she'd acted ridicolous.

To many, it seemed as though she and Eliza were as day and night, but she often thought that their contrasting attributes is what made them such good friends. Though on occasion Eliza would get some crazy idea, such as; finding her true love in a rowdy bar in a single night.

"I'm never doing that again Eliza, I made a complete fool of myself! I proably looked like some slutty college gradute. What if someone had recognized me? It wouldn't just ruin my reputation but my mother's too!"

Zelda's mother; Lyla Lorule, was the corporate sharholder of Lorule Industries, both feared and respected by others in the business world. She could be forward and rather stern, but did right by women everywhere, encouraging them to be leaders and setting a stalwart example. Zelda was incedibly proud to be a part of the Onward Leaders Society or OLS, dedicated helping young women reach their potential and become powerful leaders in their own right.

OLS had been formed by her mother's many greats grandmother and had grown to become what Lorule Industries was today.

Lyla Lorule had raised her daughter to be her successor since she was old enough to read, after Zelda had graduated from college at the age of sixteen, she immediately got hired at L.I. and worked her way up. Peopld often said she was the next Lyla Lorule, this pleased her immensely. So, natrually so was very concerned about maintaining her reputation.

Eliza sighed, "You worry too much, nobody recognized you, I'm sure of it. People only see what they want to see you know; and most don't expect to see Zelda Lorule at a popular nightclub."

That was true enough, if someone had recognized her it would have been all over the news in minutes. She didn't have much of a public life so seeing her out and about was a rare opportunity.

"Still, it could have become a disaster and you know how I feel about frivolous parties."

Eliza rolled her eyes, "Oh I know how you feel about them, but that isn't going to stop me from trying! Working 24/7 isn't healthy, besides, don't you ever want more out of your life?"

Zelda gave her a look, "What more could I possibly want? I have a successful life, a good education, a well-paying job that I enjoy and my mother's approval."

Eliza through up her hands in exasperation, "C'mon girl! I'm talking about the Hylian dream! Getting hitched to a handsome, dreamy man and raising kids in a cute country ranch."

Zelda almost scoffed at that, It was very unrealistic to think that some perfect man would just come falling out of the sky into someones life and have a beautiful relztionship forever. Most men she knew seemed to think they were the goddesses gift to the world, acting as if everything belonged to them.(including women)

Her friend perked up, "As for me, I got my eye on a few promising boys."

Of course she did, not only was Eliza a charmer but attractive as well with her heart-shaped face, smooth caramel skin, dark ringlets, and bright golden eyes, she was the very picture of a man's dream. Zelda knew she was also good looking with her porcelin skin, shining golden hair and saphire blue eyes, but it wasn't something she liked to flaunt.

Zelda looked at her sternly before her face melted into concern. "You're going to get yourself hurt someday El. I'll always be your friend but I wish you would be more carful with your affections."

Her friend sighed, "Alright, alright, I'll be careful but only for you."

"Thank You."

Their bond went very deep, Zelda considered Eliza to be the sister she never had, she was certain Eliza felt the same way. They had been childhood friends, their mothers knew each other, so they often played togethed while their mothers had a meeting of some sort. Eliza was the only real friend she'd had growing up.

Just then, the door slammed open, and in stumbled Milo; her Sheikah secretary. He was fumbling with several files and documents in his arms, along with the lunch she'd ordered.

"M-miss Lorule! I've been looking everywhere for you! I couldn't find you in the office and I just didn't want to leave these important things there. S-someone could steal them!"

Zelda shook her head in bemusement, Milo meant well, but he could be a little overbearing sometimes and was a bit of a coward when it came to real world situations.

Eliza chuckled, "You sure you got that Milo?"

"O-oh its fine, r-really."

"Anyways, hows your new song coming along?"

He grinned shyly, "Well I think it might be my best piece yet, it sounds so poetic."

Milo played the accordian and wrote songs in his spare time. He had a part time where he played at a resturaunt.

After a bit more of Milo's fussing, Zelda headed to her office to work for the rest of the day.

She left the building later that night, and was heading toward her car to drive home. Walking along the street she could hear shouting ahead, a large group of people were protesting against Mayor Dragmire and his new policies. Zelda understood their anger, she had met him at his election and after talking with him only a short time she decided she hated the arrogant, rude man. How anyone ever voted for him was a mystery to her.

She attempted to push her way through the crowd blocking her path when a woman caught her arm.

"Look! Its Zelda Lorule!"

People immediately began swarming her, asking about what she thought of Ganondorf Dragmire and his restrictive policies. She started to feel overwhelmed until the woman who had caught her earlier looked up at her, eyes begging.

"Please, please, help us" she croaked, tears streaming down her face, "Dragmire is targeting my family, he is threating to kill my husband if we don't do as she says."

Two you boys clung desperatly to their mother, the fear visible on their faces. Zelda felt a burst a anger toward Ganondorf, how dare he go controlling peoples lives like that. Mind made up, she shouted for the crowd's attention and began speaking.

"I am Zelda Lorule, future leader of Lorule industries; our company is centered around helping people reach their fullest potential by offering neccssary funds, educstion and jobs. To ensure they become the creator of their own lives."

She paused for effect, gazing at eveyone, noticing the news cameras were trained on her.

"Ganondorf Dragmire goes agsinst everything we stand for, not just as a company, but as a people. He wields his power injustly, wrongly taking control of peoples lives. I ask you, does this sound like something a true mayor would do? I assure you; Lorule Industries will never side with him as long as I am here, we will continue to encourage our programs to all those who are in need."

After she finished speaking, the reporters began clammoring around her, asking is she was taking a stand agsinst Dragmire. She weaved her way through the crowd, escaping the reporters, to head to her car and drive home.

When she arrived and prepared to turn in for the night, the consequences of what she'd just done started to seep through her brain. Whenever evidence was brought up against Ganondorf, terrible things happened to them and suddenly charges were dropped.

No one had ever found evidence to prove it was him of course, but the circumstances were too great, she may even be next on his list.

She drifted into an uneasy sleep, mind filled with worry.