Here's my weekend Freewrite! Sorry for being gone a couple days... it's been rough. Glad I'm back though!
Weekend Freewrite 2/24/2018- Part 1 - The First Sentence
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I had this system for getting exactly what I wanted out of people. My mother called it manipulation, said I've been this way since I was little. I say I just have a way with people. Is that so bad?
Once I saw him I knew he was my next target. Rich, poised, and desperate. You could tell by that flashy car that he drove. I looked the part, arm candy. I laughed at his jokes as he sipped his top shelf Whiskey and tipped the bartender far too much as I giggled away at his side, touching him ever chance I got. That's rule number one. You have to touch them, it makes them feel important, like you want them, like you'd do anything just to touch them. Little did he know I had been doing this since I had a fake ID and could get into bars.
"You're so smart. I can't believe you own your own company." Oh I believed it. He had daddy's money. Smart? No way. He played his cards right though and sat pretty up in his mansion at the top of the hill. Oh yes, he was my next target and he would be mine. He had no choice. He was putty in my hands. Now to play my cards right and I'll be on my way to the bank. I smiled brightly as he asked me if I wanted a ride... Well of course I do.
I smiled the prettiest little smile, "That would be lovely." Check. Mate.
Weekend Freewrite 2/24/2018- Part 2 - The Interference
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He was skating on thin ice - that's all I can say. Oh I had played my way all the way to the top. I was now his fiance and had his money practically in my hands. He was mine, and I had to keep it that way until the moment came when I could divorce him for all he had. That was my goal and I had to get there. But if he kept up his annoying way of... being him I'm not so sure I could do it.
He cracked another stupid joke as we hosted another stupid expensive event in his ridiculously large house with this dumb wait staff and his incredibly expensive glasses that I took another sip out of. The wine was good. Of course it was, it's the best. Only the best. And soon it would be all mine.
I forced myself not to roll my eyes at his laugh. No one around us laughed along with him and yet he still saw himself to be the funniest guy in the room. They of course smiled politely and chuckled here or there, just to please him because that's what you do for your boss but you could tell... they hated him. And they hated me because I hung on his arm like a flashy watch that he flaunted.
Oh yes, I knew what I was to him. A show piece. That's what I had made myself to be. But it's better than living in the box I called a home for so many years and scraping by with whatever I had in my pantry to keep me fed. No, this was the life and I wasn't going to give it up... Not even if he was irritating.
The Weekend Freewrite 2/24/2018- Part 3 - The Dramatic Twist
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The day Sheila brought Hilary to my office I knew it was the beginning of the rest of my life. I smiled at her as she took her seat. I thanked Sheila, my husbands maid/mistress (I wasn't stupid - I knew) and waited until she left.
"I want everything he has." I said after explaining I wanted a divorce. We had no prenup, he was too dumb for that. But I needed a reason, and Sheila was my in. "He's been cheating." It's the perfect story. The perfect scorned woman, torn apart by her two timing husband. I was the brokenhearted perfect wife that only wanted her life back but could no longer trust the man she had vowed her life to.
Hilary took notes, I knew she'd get me what I wanted. I knew I would have it in little to no time. She was, after all, the best lawyer money could buy. She notated everything I wanted, and the things I had to be willing to part with, I had to play the part of course. I wouldn't leave him with nothing... but close to nothing.
Time pressed on and to keep things out of public eye he settled, gave me the house, the cars, everything I requested. Hilary simply had to threaten to sing to the press. He wouldn't do work here ever again if I did that. I mean, stooping so low as to cheat on his beautiful wife with a lowly maid? Well... he just couldn't have that.
I now live the life. My mother thought I manipulated people, and while that might be true... at least I managed to get myself what I not only needed, but what I wanted.
Because the way I see it... I just have a way with people.
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