by M. J. Joachim
Pie in the sky…
Drake always managed to get the promotion and raise at the Newsreel.
Meanwhile, Debra sat at her desk day after day, wondering how someone like Drake could schmooze over so many executives, without ever typing a word on his computer.
He was tall, not dark and definitely not handsome. He talked big about everything, dressed like he owned the media, and drank, smoked and cussed like a renegade sailor. Debra was completely disgusted with what had become of him.
Seemed a shame she had to work so hard, just so he could act like he owned the joint, touting his power, snubbing all the other employees. But then, he was Drake after all and Debra was newly widowed now. What did she know about working in the corporate world? As familiar as she was with the Newsreel, she would never get used to this atmosphere.
“You can’t do this to me, Debra!” Drake screamed at his mother when she fired him. “It’s a mother’s duty to make you earn a living the real way, without so much favoritism in the family business,” she calmly replied. “I’m in charge now, and there’s not a thing you, your father or anyone else can do about it.”
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