The Billionaire’s Given Baby

Trish was 26 years old, she was a mature adult and it was time she started acting like one. She would just have to change her whole strategy, so that she could have her baby and keep it too. Even if she had to work herself to the bone just to rake in as much money as possible. It could be done and she would have to accomplish it all before her stomach blew up like a balloon. If there was a will there was a way and no one could be more stubborn than Tricia about finding it. She had to remain positive, the recent photo shoot that she did for Crimson Elite had caught the attention of some major executives. They liked her more mature look and curvy figure, they felt that she had loads of potential and wanted her to be the new face of Livingstone Cosmetics.

Miranda Chase wasn’t pleased that they had chosen her, she had already lined up one of her favorites and wasn’t keen on the idea of Trish raining on her parade. It didn’t matter that part of Tricia’s salary went to her for being her manager, it rankled Miranda when things didn’t go her way. It was a huge campaign and she had rivals coming for her in the multitudes. Trish would have to watch her back around Miranda, with this sudden change in circumstance Miranda was no longer on her side, the slightest offense and she was out the door.

Everyone in the modeling industry couldn’t help but admire Miranda Chase, she was almost fifty and looked like someone who had just turn thirty. How was it that she had such a great body, had she gone under the knife? Miranda was too proud to ever admit to plastic surgery. She claimed it was a result of great genes and the best personal trainer for gym workouts that money could buy. She endorsed many diet pills and beauty products that claimed you could look like her if you took it religiously.

 It was even rumored that she loved young men and had regular clandestine affairs with her male models. Sleeping with her was a guaranteed ticket to a lavish lifestyle, fame and fortune. Women didn’t fare so easily in Miranda’s books, she was known to be abusive to those that worked under her and never had a personal assistant for too long.

Her most recent hire was scared of her own shadow, timid like a mouse and jumped to do whatever bidding Miranda had. Rumor mill even had it that the scar the assistant sported was as a result of Miranda having thrown a Louboutin stiletto that burst her forehead when the assistant didn’t buy her favorite ice tea that she requested.

Miranda was a dinosaur in the modeling industry, no one had ever challenged her without regrets. She had friends in high places and could make your life a living nightmare if she chose. All those heavy duty thoughts made her feel sleepy at that moment, tomorrow she would come up with a plan to tackle Miranda Chase.