When Sadie Precillo's project is the only one denied funding, she never expected her company's handsome CEO to take a personal interest in it. Or that she'd be fired.
I, Sadie Precillo, have been dealt a grievous injustice.
LaviTech Labs is the WORST.
The handsome CEO, Cassius Lavinius—INSUFFERABLE!!!
Why is that, exactly? Oh, just because of the third-two projects submitted for funding mine was the ONLY one to be denied. That’s right—DENIED!
Heart Pill - FUNDED!
Anxiety Pill - FUNDED!
Vitamin Pill - FUNDED!
Fart Pill - FUNDED! (Yes, you read that correctly!)
Female Pleasure Pill - DENIED!
How cruel is that? I mean, how many boner pills do we have on the market? Can I even count them on one hand?
Well, Mr. Lavinius, I hope you realize what you’ve gotten yourself into. I don’t care how handsome and rich you are or how tall your tower is or how much security you have—I’m coming for you!
And you better believe I’m not going to stop until I get that FUNDING!
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Sadie…is denied…
Earlier in the day…
“Sadie!” My mother’s voice assaults my senses.
Holy Maiden Mother, what the hell does she want this time?
“Sadie!”
“I’m coming, ma. Just give me a minute!” I shout.
I scan my phone one last time for the expected email.
“Sadie,” my mother says, though now weakly, as if on cue.
Looking up, I see her standing in my bedroom doorway, sighing heavily, hands clutched over her breast.
Can’t I just have ten minutes? TEN-FLIPPIN’-MINUTES!
“What is it, ma? I’m busy.”
Her hand extends forward, and I see that she’s holding the Juul I gave her for her birthday.
“Are you out of pods?” I ask. “I can pick some up tomorrow.”
“Sadie, I gave birth to you…”
Not this again.
“…I nurtured you at my own breast. I’ve…”
This is why Catholics feel guilt—because of mothers like mine.
“…I drove you to college, however ill-advised. I gave you…”
I sit cross-legged on my bed, half-listening because nothing I say is going to stop my ma when she’s on a guilt roll.
“…and now, you’re back here again. Living with me. Wanting me to take care of you again because of your poor—”
Oh, hell no!
“Mom! I’m a pharmaceutical scientist! I work in a lab for a billion-dollar corporation! I only asked to stay here so we could both save money. If you want me to leave—I will!” I lie, knowing full well I can’t afford to live on my own.
