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Friday, October 5, 2012

Chapter Nine

“Good job, Miguel.”
“So proud of you, men.”
“Great job, dude!”
“Hey, thanks.” Miguel replied all of his teammates, smiling. He felt so happy. He, Miguel Sanchez, following the family tradition. If you call winning the Hunk of the Year a family tradition. He opened his locker. He had just 3 minutes left to go. He had Biology next.
Biology. He hated Biology. But he wanted to be a doctor, a surgeon. In less than ten years, he would be one. All things will be good again.  His mum would be so proud of him and she would never have to work for those blasted Charlwood family again.
Anyone seeing Diana would think she was reading something really interesting. But she wasn’t. She was looking at the love of her life (at this time). Miguel Sanchez, Peaceville High’s best football player, now Peaceville’s Hunk of the Year. She had always had her eyes on Miguel since they were both thirteen years old. But Miguel always treated her like a sister. As if that was what she wanted to be.
“Hey, Di!”
“Wanda, you startled me!”
Wanda Parker, beautiful black American and Diana’s best friend, whispered mischievously, “You were sooo busy looking at the Hunk of the Year. I bet you wish you were his gift.”
“I really really like him, Wanda.”
“And he would like you…. Some day.”
The bell rang and Miguel hurriedly locked his locker. Unknown to him, two girls were watching him, one of them wishing she could tell him how she really felt about him.
Sharon looked angrily at her brother, “I want an active position in Charlwood Corp.”
Ben Charlwood looked at his little sister with annoyance, “Why don’t you go ask father? He’s the one who can do that.”
“You know you can too, Ben. I’m tired of just waking up in the morning and spending Charlwood’s money-”
“Which is the dream of every woman.”
“Well, I am not every woman, Ben. I want an active position in Charlwood Corp. It’s my birthright.”
“We both know how father feels about that, Sharon.” Ben said, sitting down and sipping his glass of gin, “Father doesn’t believe in a mere woman having anything to do in the executive positions of Charlwood Corp.”
“That is called Sexual Discrimination.”
“That is called Human Right, Sharon. Father has a right to decide who or what to employ in Charlwood Corp. He built Charlwood, darling, not you.”
“I hate you, both.”
“So emotional, just like a woman.” Ben replied and picking up his phone, motioned her out.
Sharon walked out of the office, angrily. She was sick and tired of being treated like a doormat by her father and brother. Being a woman doesn’t mean that she wasn’t capable of handling an executive position in Charlwood.
Her phone rang and after looking at the caller ID, she answered, “Hi, Kathleen…….Sure I’m free for lunch……Grace’s?........Cool, I’ll meet you there.”


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