The Illusion Of Progress

Too Legit To Quit

Chapter Eight

I had to keep my job my number one priority from here on out. I couldn't get side-tracked by anything. I had bills to pay and groceries to buy, I had nobody to rely on. I was on my own now. Well, I had Demi, but I wasn't gonna use her for her money. I wasn't that kind of girl. Even though I was a hypocrite, I hated that I was using her to write my stories. If this was some other celebrity I didn't know, than I wouldn't give two shits about writing lies.

I liked Demi. A lot, actually. She had a witty charm to her that I couldn't resist. Her bad girl image was a bonus that made my attraction fuel up. And the sex- I couldn't deny that the sex was incredible. She was a master at it and I craved her almost every day. Sometimes I had to contain myself at work, because she'd text me and I knew what she wanted. All it took was a little message and I'd succumb to her will.

When I arrived at work, I grabbed my purse and laptop from the backseat and got off of my mustang. As I was walking to the building, a blindfold came to my vision. My first thought was, oh God, I'm being kidnapped. I felt my laptop and purse being taken away from me. Then, I felt a pair of hands grab my shoulders and guide to wherever this person was taking me.

"What the fuck?" I spoke.

"It's a surprise, Selena," the feminine voice said. I recognized it too.

"Alicia, what the hell is going on? It's not my birthday," I said.

"I know, but you're gonna love this," she squealed, "Open the door, Kayla."

"Guys, can you please tell me what's going on?" I pleaded.

"No, then it wouldn't be a surprise, now would it?" Kayla said, cunningly.

I suddenly felt the change in air as I entered the building. I couldn't see a damn thin behind this thing. I had to use my imagination and sound to come up with where I thought they were taking me. Finally, we stopped walking and one of the girls took the blindfold off of me. My jaw dropped to the floor when I saw what was in front of me.

"Surprise!" All my co-workers and boss screamed.

There was a banner across the wide glass window with the words, Congradulations. I was in a office that wasn't mine. There were ballons, champagne bottles, food and a cake on the desk that read: For Our New Editor-In-Chief. My eyes widen in surprise. This was a joke, right? I'm being punked. My boss would I looked at Bianca and she had her arms folded with a proud smile plastered on her face.

"You're giving me a Promotion?" I asked, beyond belief.

"Yes, you've been working your ass off with these stories you're feeding people. It's brought up are sales by eighty-five percent. I figured you could use a raise in your allowance," she stated, matter-of-factly.

I observed the room again. This one was much bigger than my (old) room.

"Who's going to write the stories?" I said as I made eye contact with her.

"Alicia, will take care of that. Now, do you want the promotion or not?" She questioned in a sassy tone.

"I'll take it," Kayla intervened, raising her hand.

Everyone laughed and the smile on my face was evident that I wanted this promotion, "Yes, I want this promotion!" I laughed.

Everyone clapped and hollered. Music echoed through out the room and one of my co-workers grabbed a bottle of champagne and popped it open and glasses filled everywhere. Everyone came up to me to congratulate me. Some of these people I didn't talk to and they're we commending me for writing horrendous faux stories about a girl that I had cared about.