Journey to Fortune [Power Surge

By: Dixie Lynn Dywer

“Oh, hello, Dante. How are you, darling?” she asked then kissed the gorgeous specimen of male on each cheek. It was so French and obviously above Tia Rose’s low standards. All three of these people completely forgot that she was in the room. She decided to leave them to their fancy-smancy, rich people talk. Well, in Bethany’s case, wannabe rich person. Bethany saw dollar signs and had no morals or values whatsoever. She’d spread her legs for any man with money, and she’d stab her own mother in the back if it meant Bethany would be in the spotlight and filled with fortune. She was that bad.

Tia didn’t trust her, but unfortunately, Bethany held the position right above her. She was her boss, so Tia had to keep her mouth shut. That was becoming more and more difficult to do lately. That woman really aggravated Tia Rose. She was so pompous, and she had the nerve to continue to steal Tia Rose’s ideas.

Well, I’m too much of a wuss to stand up for myself. Just like what Salvador told me on the phone. I will never stand up for myself. I’m weak and I’m a loser.

She heard a gasp and quickly turned around. Now a few other office workers were standing there. Bethany looked downright excited. Her shit-eating grin was so obvious and huge that Tia wondered what could have possibly made the woman smile that way. One glance at Dante Perrone and his very uncertain expression, and she felt guilty of something. Her boss had her eyebrows scrunched up, and why was she sniffing the air like that?

“Oh, Mrs. Sinclair, don’t worry about the catalogue items Tia was speaking of. I have them all organized and ready to present to you, Mr. Sinclair, and the board. We’re meeting in thirty minutes, correct?” Bethany asked.

“What? How could you have the catalogue when I created—”

“I think you need to go use the ladies’ room, Tia. Perhaps you should have taken a sick day,” she said then chuckled as she looped her arm through Dante’s. Dante immediately pulled from Bethany and gave Tia a very apologetic look. Tia had no idea what was going on, and then it hit her.

“Oh. Oh my God, you’re all talking about my skirt. Oh, there was this cab,” she began to say, but then her boss walked away. The others parted, giggling, and Bethany pulled Dante along with him. Tia could hear what she was saying.

“I’ll take care of you, Dante. You know that Tia is more like my assistant, and that her ideas come from me, right?”

Shoulders slumped, anger and disgust heavy on her heart, Tia turned around and walked into her small office. She closed the door and dropped her items to the rug.

“I get absolutely no respect whatsoever around here. None. Zilch. Why am I staying?”

Because you need this job to pay the bills. You need to send money to Missouri. You need to stop being such a scaredy-cat and start showing these people who you are and what you’re made of. Enough is enough. Those are my designs. My hard work and months of creativity. How can I let that bitch do this to me?

Tia was suddenly filled with so much anger, rage, and disgust at her life and the person she had become that she felt on the edge of an anxiety attack. She was going to lose it.

That’s exactly what Bethany wants me to do. She wants me to crawl under a rock and cry, but do nothing. She wants to take credit for my ideas and reap the benefits. That should be Dante on my arm and in my office and me flirting my ass off with him.

Her belly was filled with butterflies. She wasn’t a flirt. She had little self-confidence, and her self-esteem was just as minuscule.

Tia Rose walked around her desk, opened the small cabinet, and pulled out another skirt. It was black. Black hid everything. She had twenty minutes before the meeting.

How embarrassed was she going to be when she walked into that board meeting? Everyone would know about the brown stuff on her skirt. Bethany would surely spread the rumor that it wasn’t chocolate. She would be the laughing stock of the office.

She quickly pulled off the one skirt and then stepped into the black one. It was slim fitting, and despite what she felt was an unflattering figure, she felt something begin to filter through her. It almost seemed like tiny little vibrations running through her body. Like a tingling sensation, and then the words popped into her head. Salvador’s words. His treatment of her the past few months was questionable to say the least. He had used her for sex, plain and simple.

Salvador was a chubby chaser, and she was chubby.

The tears filled her eyes as she shook her head in a lame attempt to block the words running in her mind.

She saw the little yellow sticky notes tagged to her computer. Send money to Missouri.

She hit the keys on the keyboard rather hard. She was always sending money to her parents. Parents that didn’t love her and that didn’t love one another. It was her guilt for leaving. They blamed her brother, William’s addiction to alcohol on her. It had been five years since she left. Five fucking years and they blamed her even though she was so many miles away. Her brother was a loser. He still lived with them, and thank God she left. They would have eventually killed her, or perhaps she would have beaten them to the punch.

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