Post by matt on May 6, 2021 6:59:08 GMT -6
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Miami, Florida
Off Camera
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In life sometimes you are forced to make tough decisions. Oftentimes life gives a decision that is not only very tough but on top of all of that, none of the options are very good. This is the place “The British Bombshell” Glory Braddock had found herself when it came to her cousin Kayla Jones-Snow’s modeling agency. Her husband, Kurt Logan, physically assaulting Ronald Duane Kennedy brought about bad publicity that threatens to ruin the modeling agency she just recently purchased from her cousin. Glory had been agonizing over what to do for weeks about a potential solution, but none of the solutions seemed very favorable. It has been several days since Glory Braddock’s most recent confrontation with Ronald Duane Kennedy. The conman known as RDK, for all of his faults, has done one thing right; he did open the eyes of The British Bombshell to the one thing she knew she had to do but was too afraid to do if she wants her cousin’s modeling agency to survive and thrive. Braddock no longer agonizes over her decision, she is calm and at peace realizing that this is the only decision she could make. She only hopes that it works.
Braddock sits in her corporate office at Miami, Florida. Her large wood oak desk is littered with paperwork; clearly The British Bombshell is having a busy day. The majority of her morning has been devoted to patching up the final pieces of her final decision to settle this issue between herself, the modeling agency, and RDK once and for all. The gorgeous blonde is wearing a royal purple summer sun dress, and sandals. Her long blonde hair hangs unrestrained and straight to past the shoulders. She has a document in her hand, which she is reading carefully and thoroughly going through all of the details contained within its fine print. Unfortunately her focus is broken when the buzzing from her phone is heard signaling that her secretary is trying to call her. Glory pushes the speakerphone button…
“Yes?”
“Ms. Braddock, I apologize but…”
“Let me in! Now!” That voice belongs to her cousin Kayla’s. Glory laughs lightly and quietly so that Kayla and the secretary do not hear. Kayla has an infamous red-headed temper and clearly something Glory did has pissed her off.
“...Ms. Jones-Snow is here and she is rather demanding about wanting to see you but I see that she didn’t make an appointment and…”
“Bloody hell,” Glory says as she cuts off the secretary “Kayla is family. She can come in whenever the hell she wants.”
“Are you sure?”
“Let me in, damn you!” Kayla exclaims loud enough that she is heard on the other end. Braddock chuckles.
“Yes, I’m sure. Let her in.”
“Ok…”
The British Bombshell has a sneaking suspicion that her solution to the RDK problem is what Kayla is so upset about. She braces herself as she hears the door unlocking. Then the door swings wildly open and Kayla Jones-Snow comes storming in, stomping and huffing and puffing, waving her fist like mad.
“What the hell is wrong with you?!”
“Sit down, Kayla.”
Kayla walks over to Glory’s desk and pounds her balled up fists on the desk. “I trusted you!”
“Would you please sit down?” Glory asks again, still maintaining her patience and composure. She motions to an empty chair near the desk. Kayla sighs and sits down in the chair. But she is still fuming mad as she glares angrily at her cousin. “That’s better. Now would you mind telling me why you are so upset?”
“You really don’t know?”
Braddock has a feeling she knows but plays dumb. “No, but please tell me.”
“You really want to play this game?!”
“Yep.”
Kayla rolls her eyes. “Fine! I heard rumors that you were selling the modeling agency?!”
“Oh that rumor. Well it isn’t a rumor, it is fact. I am selling.”
“And that is why I am pissed! I told you that I wanted to do this on my own, but I reluctantly sold to you on the agreement that you would let me run the agency on my own, that you would stick your nose in! But now here you are selling my modeling agency to someone else?!”
Braddock sighs as she maintains her composure. “It was a tough decision to make, Kayla, but it was the right decision. The agency was going downhill. It was going to die out slowly if I didn’t sell.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Models and other employees were quitting left and right because they didn’t trust me as their boss.”
“But I was the boss!”
“Right, and I was your boss. I owned the agency. And because of the crap RDK pulled, throwing mud on my good name and Kurt’s, we lost their trust. The only way to maintain some semblance of trust within the company was to sever ties with the Glory Braddock name. And that’s what I did. Your models were at risk of losing their jobs if that agency didn’t survive. I had no choice. What I did will allow your models, your employees, and especially the one young woman we both care deeply about to keep their jobs.”
“Fiona…”
“Right.” Braddock nods her head. Kayla sighs as she slowly starts to calm down.
“So who the hell is the new owner? Tell me you didn’t sell to RDK!”
“Are you crazy? Of course I didn’t sell to RDK.”
“Then who?!” Kayla raises her voice a bit. “I think I deserve to know who my new boss is!”
Braddock smirks knowingly. “You already know her.”
“I do?” Kayla asks. Glory passes the document she had been holding over to Kayla, who takes it and begins reading. Glory is still grinning from ear to ear as she waits for a response from her cousin. It isn’t a very long wait. Kayla puts the document down and stares curiously across the desk at her cousin. “Lindsey Noel? Who the hell is that?”
“Before I answer that let me tell you how difficult this decision was. See, Kennedy decided to play dirty. He waged a public relations war against the Braddock name. The whole company took a hit, but thanks to the efforts of Tabatha Silverstone who operates the wrestling promotion, Randall Williams who runs the wrestling school, and the amazing PR work of Francis Taylor who is the overall president of our company, the damage was minimal. But RDK wasn’t targeting them anyway. His target was the modeling agency. He actively slinging mud at me and using his charm to convince the models that your agency was untrustworthy so long as I owned it. I knew I had to play just as dirty as him in order to beat him.”
“What did you do?”
“First cue I took was from organized crime.”
“What?!” Kayla asks. Glory chuckles and shakes her head.
“It isn’t what you think. You know how the mafia may have front companies to hide its illegal operations? That’s kind of what we’re doing here, only what I’m doing is perfectly legal. Your modeling agency is completely separate from Glorious Golden Enterprise. It could not have any ties to my name or my company; and now RDK’s public relations campaign cannot impact you in any way, shape, or form.”
“Ok, so it is its own separate entity, owned by Lindsey Noel? Who is that?”
“Pick your favorite author, that’s who I borrowed the idea from, because authors do this all the time. It’s called a pseudonym. Organized crime may call it a fake name or fake identity but again, there’s nothing wrong with having and utilizing a pseudonym.”
Kayla furrows her brow. “So Lindsey Noel is…”
“She’s me.”
“But…”
“Many consider Aphrodite Noel a monster. I do not, because I learned a great deal from her. I wish she had used different tactics but I do not regret what I learned from her. You remember how Aphrodite Noel had managed to damn near psychologically break both me and my sister Julia, right? Well we both broke. I broke so badly that I became a monster, something ugly, and I had to start seeing a psychiatrist in order to recover. I’m not sure if Julia ever did fully recover. But the fact is we were both broken, broken to the point that we willingly accepted Aphrodite as our new family, as our surrogate Mother. Julia even chose a new name for herself…”
Kayla nods her head. “Yeah, Chastity. I remember that.”
“Everyone does. But no one outside of myself, Julia, and Aphrodite ever knew that I too had a new name. But I never did use the name. I guess I wasn’t quite as broken as Julia because she took on a new name and identity. I never did take on the name given to me. Lindsey is the name I damn near took on as my new identity, but I never did because I wasn’t that broken yet. I am taking it on now so that I, under the pseudonym of Lindsey Noel can own your modeling agency and continue to let you run it all the while allowing it to remain completely separated from the name Glory Braddock.”
Kayla remains quiet for several moments as she lets this knowledge sink in. “I remember your issues with Aphrodite Noel. I also vaguely remember you telling me about the psychiatric sessions. This is risky, it’s a threat to your mental health.”
“It is a risk but it is a risk I am willing to take. Besides, I think the sessions have been very successful and I think I am strong enough not to let anything from my past bother me.”
“Are you sure you want to do it this way?”
“It is the only way. But tell me, is it working?”
Kayla sighs and nods her head. “I think so. Ever since the rumors of a new owner starting spreading the resignations also stopped.”
Braddock smiles warmly. “Then yes, I am sure that I want to do this.”
“Well...thanks, Glory. I’m actually very embarrassed right now that I made a fool of myself out there, being so angry when things clearly are not as bad as I thought. I should have trusted you.”
“It’s ok, Kayla, I haven’t exactly been a perfectly trustworthy person in the past. I do want to make up for my own crimes and betrayals, in order to redeem myself and to earn back the trust of the people who once supported me. I knew going in that it would take time.”
“Are you sure RDK won’t find out what you’re doing?”
Braddock smirks. “I’ve covered my tracks far too well. He will never find out. Or at the very least it will take him a long time before he figures out what I’ve done and by the time he does hopefully your agency will be on some solid enough footing that you won’t need to worry about being connected to me.”
“That’s good to hear. Thanks again, Glory, for everything.” Kayla rises up out of her chair and is about to turn and leave when Glory stops her.
“Wait, one last thing before you go.” Braddock picks up a smaller document, about the size of a ticket, and hands it to Kayla. She inspects it carefully and looks back up at Glory with confusion on her face.
“This is a ticket to London.”
“Yes it is.”
“Who is it for?”
“It is for Fiona. Modeling was never her big dream. She enjoys it and it pays the bills but it isn’t her dream. Her dream is to be a wrestler. You and I both know this. You said yourself that Fiona reminded you a lot of yourself because you both used modeling as a springboard to get into wrestling. I want to help Fiona’s dream come true and I am honored to use my influence to make that dream a reality.”
Kayla looks back down at the plane ticket and then back up at Glory. “You are a wonderful person, Glory. Don’t let anyone tell you different.”
Miami, Florida
Off Camera
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In life sometimes you are forced to make tough decisions. Oftentimes life gives a decision that is not only very tough but on top of all of that, none of the options are very good. This is the place “The British Bombshell” Glory Braddock had found herself when it came to her cousin Kayla Jones-Snow’s modeling agency. Her husband, Kurt Logan, physically assaulting Ronald Duane Kennedy brought about bad publicity that threatens to ruin the modeling agency she just recently purchased from her cousin. Glory had been agonizing over what to do for weeks about a potential solution, but none of the solutions seemed very favorable. It has been several days since Glory Braddock’s most recent confrontation with Ronald Duane Kennedy. The conman known as RDK, for all of his faults, has done one thing right; he did open the eyes of The British Bombshell to the one thing she knew she had to do but was too afraid to do if she wants her cousin’s modeling agency to survive and thrive. Braddock no longer agonizes over her decision, she is calm and at peace realizing that this is the only decision she could make. She only hopes that it works.
Braddock sits in her corporate office at Miami, Florida. Her large wood oak desk is littered with paperwork; clearly The British Bombshell is having a busy day. The majority of her morning has been devoted to patching up the final pieces of her final decision to settle this issue between herself, the modeling agency, and RDK once and for all. The gorgeous blonde is wearing a royal purple summer sun dress, and sandals. Her long blonde hair hangs unrestrained and straight to past the shoulders. She has a document in her hand, which she is reading carefully and thoroughly going through all of the details contained within its fine print. Unfortunately her focus is broken when the buzzing from her phone is heard signaling that her secretary is trying to call her. Glory pushes the speakerphone button…
“Yes?”
“Ms. Braddock, I apologize but…”
“Let me in! Now!” That voice belongs to her cousin Kayla’s. Glory laughs lightly and quietly so that Kayla and the secretary do not hear. Kayla has an infamous red-headed temper and clearly something Glory did has pissed her off.
“...Ms. Jones-Snow is here and she is rather demanding about wanting to see you but I see that she didn’t make an appointment and…”
“Bloody hell,” Glory says as she cuts off the secretary “Kayla is family. She can come in whenever the hell she wants.”
“Are you sure?”
“Let me in, damn you!” Kayla exclaims loud enough that she is heard on the other end. Braddock chuckles.
“Yes, I’m sure. Let her in.”
“Ok…”
The British Bombshell has a sneaking suspicion that her solution to the RDK problem is what Kayla is so upset about. She braces herself as she hears the door unlocking. Then the door swings wildly open and Kayla Jones-Snow comes storming in, stomping and huffing and puffing, waving her fist like mad.
“What the hell is wrong with you?!”
“Sit down, Kayla.”
Kayla walks over to Glory’s desk and pounds her balled up fists on the desk. “I trusted you!”
“Would you please sit down?” Glory asks again, still maintaining her patience and composure. She motions to an empty chair near the desk. Kayla sighs and sits down in the chair. But she is still fuming mad as she glares angrily at her cousin. “That’s better. Now would you mind telling me why you are so upset?”
“You really don’t know?”
Braddock has a feeling she knows but plays dumb. “No, but please tell me.”
“You really want to play this game?!”
“Yep.”
Kayla rolls her eyes. “Fine! I heard rumors that you were selling the modeling agency?!”
“Oh that rumor. Well it isn’t a rumor, it is fact. I am selling.”
“And that is why I am pissed! I told you that I wanted to do this on my own, but I reluctantly sold to you on the agreement that you would let me run the agency on my own, that you would stick your nose in! But now here you are selling my modeling agency to someone else?!”
Braddock sighs as she maintains her composure. “It was a tough decision to make, Kayla, but it was the right decision. The agency was going downhill. It was going to die out slowly if I didn’t sell.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Models and other employees were quitting left and right because they didn’t trust me as their boss.”
“But I was the boss!”
“Right, and I was your boss. I owned the agency. And because of the crap RDK pulled, throwing mud on my good name and Kurt’s, we lost their trust. The only way to maintain some semblance of trust within the company was to sever ties with the Glory Braddock name. And that’s what I did. Your models were at risk of losing their jobs if that agency didn’t survive. I had no choice. What I did will allow your models, your employees, and especially the one young woman we both care deeply about to keep their jobs.”
“Fiona…”
“Right.” Braddock nods her head. Kayla sighs as she slowly starts to calm down.
“So who the hell is the new owner? Tell me you didn’t sell to RDK!”
“Are you crazy? Of course I didn’t sell to RDK.”
“Then who?!” Kayla raises her voice a bit. “I think I deserve to know who my new boss is!”
Braddock smirks knowingly. “You already know her.”
“I do?” Kayla asks. Glory passes the document she had been holding over to Kayla, who takes it and begins reading. Glory is still grinning from ear to ear as she waits for a response from her cousin. It isn’t a very long wait. Kayla puts the document down and stares curiously across the desk at her cousin. “Lindsey Noel? Who the hell is that?”
“Before I answer that let me tell you how difficult this decision was. See, Kennedy decided to play dirty. He waged a public relations war against the Braddock name. The whole company took a hit, but thanks to the efforts of Tabatha Silverstone who operates the wrestling promotion, Randall Williams who runs the wrestling school, and the amazing PR work of Francis Taylor who is the overall president of our company, the damage was minimal. But RDK wasn’t targeting them anyway. His target was the modeling agency. He actively slinging mud at me and using his charm to convince the models that your agency was untrustworthy so long as I owned it. I knew I had to play just as dirty as him in order to beat him.”
“What did you do?”
“First cue I took was from organized crime.”
“What?!” Kayla asks. Glory chuckles and shakes her head.
“It isn’t what you think. You know how the mafia may have front companies to hide its illegal operations? That’s kind of what we’re doing here, only what I’m doing is perfectly legal. Your modeling agency is completely separate from Glorious Golden Enterprise. It could not have any ties to my name or my company; and now RDK’s public relations campaign cannot impact you in any way, shape, or form.”
“Ok, so it is its own separate entity, owned by Lindsey Noel? Who is that?”
“Pick your favorite author, that’s who I borrowed the idea from, because authors do this all the time. It’s called a pseudonym. Organized crime may call it a fake name or fake identity but again, there’s nothing wrong with having and utilizing a pseudonym.”
Kayla furrows her brow. “So Lindsey Noel is…”
“She’s me.”
“But…”
“Many consider Aphrodite Noel a monster. I do not, because I learned a great deal from her. I wish she had used different tactics but I do not regret what I learned from her. You remember how Aphrodite Noel had managed to damn near psychologically break both me and my sister Julia, right? Well we both broke. I broke so badly that I became a monster, something ugly, and I had to start seeing a psychiatrist in order to recover. I’m not sure if Julia ever did fully recover. But the fact is we were both broken, broken to the point that we willingly accepted Aphrodite as our new family, as our surrogate Mother. Julia even chose a new name for herself…”
Kayla nods her head. “Yeah, Chastity. I remember that.”
“Everyone does. But no one outside of myself, Julia, and Aphrodite ever knew that I too had a new name. But I never did use the name. I guess I wasn’t quite as broken as Julia because she took on a new name and identity. I never did take on the name given to me. Lindsey is the name I damn near took on as my new identity, but I never did because I wasn’t that broken yet. I am taking it on now so that I, under the pseudonym of Lindsey Noel can own your modeling agency and continue to let you run it all the while allowing it to remain completely separated from the name Glory Braddock.”
Kayla remains quiet for several moments as she lets this knowledge sink in. “I remember your issues with Aphrodite Noel. I also vaguely remember you telling me about the psychiatric sessions. This is risky, it’s a threat to your mental health.”
“It is a risk but it is a risk I am willing to take. Besides, I think the sessions have been very successful and I think I am strong enough not to let anything from my past bother me.”
“Are you sure you want to do it this way?”
“It is the only way. But tell me, is it working?”
Kayla sighs and nods her head. “I think so. Ever since the rumors of a new owner starting spreading the resignations also stopped.”
Braddock smiles warmly. “Then yes, I am sure that I want to do this.”
“Well...thanks, Glory. I’m actually very embarrassed right now that I made a fool of myself out there, being so angry when things clearly are not as bad as I thought. I should have trusted you.”
“It’s ok, Kayla, I haven’t exactly been a perfectly trustworthy person in the past. I do want to make up for my own crimes and betrayals, in order to redeem myself and to earn back the trust of the people who once supported me. I knew going in that it would take time.”
“Are you sure RDK won’t find out what you’re doing?”
Braddock smirks. “I’ve covered my tracks far too well. He will never find out. Or at the very least it will take him a long time before he figures out what I’ve done and by the time he does hopefully your agency will be on some solid enough footing that you won’t need to worry about being connected to me.”
“That’s good to hear. Thanks again, Glory, for everything.” Kayla rises up out of her chair and is about to turn and leave when Glory stops her.
“Wait, one last thing before you go.” Braddock picks up a smaller document, about the size of a ticket, and hands it to Kayla. She inspects it carefully and looks back up at Glory with confusion on her face.
“This is a ticket to London.”
“Yes it is.”
“Who is it for?”
“It is for Fiona. Modeling was never her big dream. She enjoys it and it pays the bills but it isn’t her dream. Her dream is to be a wrestler. You and I both know this. You said yourself that Fiona reminded you a lot of yourself because you both used modeling as a springboard to get into wrestling. I want to help Fiona’s dream come true and I am honored to use my influence to make that dream a reality.”
Kayla looks back down at the plane ticket and then back up at Glory. “You are a wonderful person, Glory. Don’t let anyone tell you different.”