Diary of a Dirty Little Bitch (Part One)
This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters, or events are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to persons, alive or dead, is completely coincidental.
©2012, Synthia St. Claire
Tempest White nervously sat in the hallway with her hands clutched around a plain manila folder and a churning, sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. The hallway was lined with other women, and a few men as well, but they almost never got hired for these types of jobs. The CEO, Joseph Sloan, preferred to fill the vacant administrative assistant positions at Sloan-Carter International with applicants of the fairer gender as often as he could.
Thus, Tempest felt pretty confident that she’d beat out the men for the newly-open spot as Chief Administrative Assistant to The Director of Internal Finance, a position that was almost as vague as it was a mouthful. The women, on the other hand, posed much more of a threat.
She’d never laid eyes on any of them, save Tessa Gardner, a twenty-two year old vixen who’d come onboard at Sloan-Carter two months ago as an inexperienced temp; a job that required little more than answering phone calls at the front desk or fetching fresh coffee for the upstairs managers. Tessa had a lot going for her, though. She was brutally sexy, with big, voluptuous breasts that had been squeezed into the tight red blouse she was wearing and curly blonde locks that hung down just past her shoulders. She looked like something that had just popped right off the pages of Playboy, and Joseph Sloan would absolutely love it.
Tempest knew that in a fair world, she’d get the position over the rest of them. She had just over ten years of experience at the firm and knew all the ins and outs of the company. So what if she was your average, middle-aged, mother of two? Unlike that scarlet-clad, blonde-haired hussy, Tempest actually needed the pay raise that came with the job. The bill collectors had been closing in on her family for months. It was just a matter of time before her home was foreclosed on.