ask?” she crossed her arms at her chest. “If you spent half as much time
on your relationship as you do work, maybe you wouldn’t be so miserable.”
That stung, for like, a second. She let
the comment roll off her. “At least I can get a man.”
Camille sneered. “At least I can keep
one.”
Turning, Sabrina cursed and hurried back
to her office before her temper flared up.
She took her frustrations of Carl and
everything else and channeled it into work. If there was anything practical she
learned in college, it was that you have to kill your competition with a smile
and when that didn’t work, success was the next best thing. As she worked on
her latest assignment, she realized she was supposed to collaborate with
Camille. She cringed at the thought of sharing credit with that entitled
half-sister of hers who never hesitated to take credit for everything. Looking
over Camille’s half, Sabrina felt disgusted and fed up.
Enough was enough.
She marched over to Sean Mead’s office
and stepped into his spacious office and walked over to his desk. Since he was
her stepfather and boss, it made it awkward to come to him at times, fearing
that he would think she couldn’t hold her ground.
His office was dimly lit with a nice
homey feel too it; large windows with the blinds closed gave it that darkness
that and the atmosphere cool and calm. When Sabrina’s mother worked in the
office it was a totally different atmosphere and more chic. Sean looked up from
his pile of paperwork, smiled and said, “Sabrina, it’s good to see you this
morning. Please, have a seat.”
She obliged and took a seat in one of
the leather chairs in front of his desk. “Morning, Sean. My head is throbbing.”
He surveyed the look on her face and
asked, “What’s got you looking so upset?”
Sabrina slid the layout in front of him
and said, “Take a look at this.”
He took a moment to scan the pages. “He
looked up and said, “Let me guess: This must be Camille and Tasha’s work?”
“Yes, sir, it is.”
He shook his hand and said, “Sometimes I
wonder about that daughter of mine and where she gets her horrible work ethics
from because she certainly did not get it from me.”
“That’s for sure.” Sabrina laughed
humorlessly. “But seriously though, I’m thinking about starting from scratch.
That’s the only way I’ll be able to go to sleep tonight.”
Sean leaned back in his chair and
smiled. “Wow. If I were to say that was unexpected of you would, it would be an
understatement. But tell me Sabrina, how are you going to start all over from
scratch and have the magazine in time for print? You have to book photo shoots,
schedule interviews, and set up meetings with agents and advertisers. Simply
put, it is a lot of responsibility for one person.”
“Trust me, it’ll be a cakewalk. But have
I ever given you a reason to doubt me?”
“Of course not.”
“Exactly. Then why doubt me now?”
She studied him as he waited a beat,
considering her words. Ever since he became chairmen after her mother Dorothy
stepped down and left him in charge, he was reluctant to take the position but
since Dorothy had it written in her will and contract that no other member of
the Evans-Mead family could own Fabulous magazine with no exceptions, he
really didn’t have much choice. Sabrina and Camille really didn’t have the work
experience to be able to handle all the work on their own so it was left to
Sean to lead the way until they could and so far he was doing a pretty damn
good job at it with no complaints.
Sabrina was certain that she had the
potential to take over once he decided to retire in the far away future, even
if that meant fighting Camille tooth and nail for the position. Camille was too
immature even for her own age to be able to handle a position with such
responsibility and leadership qualities it took to keep the company running.
She could barely keep up as it. Sabrina on the other hand, there was no