as if she was born with pictures in her DNA.
“Should I do this on my own? Can I? I need to think on this for a few days.”
“My daughter will be grateful one day. She will understand that I did all of this for her.” Toying with an excuse to make herself feel better.
Make no mistake, it was for Dotty when Dotty did despicable things to others.
Chapter Seventeen
Dotty’s Proposition
Working out her newest plan in her head, Dotty was deep in thought.
“I can do this myself. If I do this right, I could make enough dough to walk away from the tabloids. I’ve had enough of the creeping around like a good little waitress, always snooping and graveling for little morsels of secret info to sell. At least I’ve been discreet and have never been found out about my little side job. I don’t think I could live with myself if my daughter found out. Hopefully, she would understand it was all for her.
Once again trying to justify her dirty dealing.
Dotty approached screen writer Michael Deeves with the intention of striking a deal that would benefit both of them.
“Good morning! How’s my number one screenwriter?”
“Great! How’s my number one waitress?”
Silently reminding herself, “God … how I loathe that big loser sign that hangs around my neck all day, “Dotty, the sweet, homely, loser WAITRESS!”
“I’m feeling particularly fabulous today! Because I have some great news for you!”
“Me?” What could Dotty possible have to offer me? he wondered. Swiftly searching his brain for any kind of possible professional or personal connection to Dotty outside of Schwab’s.
“Yes, you! What if I told you to bring your best script to me and I could guarantee it would go directly into the hands of the head of a major studio? How’s that for good news!” She smiled at Deeves.
“Whoa! You’re kidding right? Oh man! That would pretty much scorch my britches!” he said, not knowing if this was for real or not.
“Well, I’ve got a fire extinguisher right over there. Let me know if I need to get it after I tell you that I am serious and can deliver. Let’s talk business!” Dotty’s replies, ready to deal. She knew Michael had talent.
“You got it! I am all ears, Dotty!” Deeves said.
Dotty shook hands with Deeves and struck a deal that would allow her to share in the profits from his percentage of worldwide gross profit.
Michael would bring his best screenplay to the table, the one great writers always saved for the big break.
Dotty was right about Michael Deeves. After reading the script that night, it did not disappoint.
She now had the merchandise in hand and was ready to move on to phase two. The delicate, yet persuasive, sell to Ms. Victoria Steele. She was confident that her little cache of personal photographs would sway Ms. Steele to make up her mind in favor of Dotty’s deal.
Chapter Eighteen
Blackmail
“Hello, Victoria! May I have a word with you alone before you leave this morning?”
The risk Dotty was about to embark upon was the greatest in her life. Something in her DNA pushed her to take the leap.
“Of course, Dotty, are you alright? You seem nervous or distracted.” Victoria shared her feelings of sincere concern. She had known Dotty for over six years.
“Well, I don’t know quite how to approach this as it is an unusual situation. So, I’ll just present it to you. I know you are hugely successful at what you do, Ms. Steele, therefore I would like to present to you an opportunity to kill two birds with one stone.”
“Just what do you mean? I am a bit confused here.” She searched her mind in an attempt to figure out it out. “What opportunity could Dotty possibly have to offer me professionally?” Victoria’s professional force field was instantly activated. Her previous concern for Dotty’s well-being had now morphed into guarded caution.
“You see, our resident Schwab’s writer, the very talented Michael Deeves, has given me his best script in the
“Should I do this on my own? Can I? I need to think on this for a few days.”
“My daughter will be grateful one day. She will understand that I did all of this for her.” Toying with an excuse to make herself feel better.
Make no mistake, it was for Dotty when Dotty did despicable things to others.
Chapter Seventeen
Dotty’s Proposition
Working out her newest plan in her head, Dotty was deep in thought.
“I can do this myself. If I do this right, I could make enough dough to walk away from the tabloids. I’ve had enough of the creeping around like a good little waitress, always snooping and graveling for little morsels of secret info to sell. At least I’ve been discreet and have never been found out about my little side job. I don’t think I could live with myself if my daughter found out. Hopefully, she would understand it was all for her.
Once again trying to justify her dirty dealing.
Dotty approached screen writer Michael Deeves with the intention of striking a deal that would benefit both of them.
“Good morning! How’s my number one screenwriter?”
“Great! How’s my number one waitress?”
Silently reminding herself, “God … how I loathe that big loser sign that hangs around my neck all day, “Dotty, the sweet, homely, loser WAITRESS!”
“I’m feeling particularly fabulous today! Because I have some great news for you!”
“Me?” What could Dotty possible have to offer me? he wondered. Swiftly searching his brain for any kind of possible professional or personal connection to Dotty outside of Schwab’s.
“Yes, you! What if I told you to bring your best script to me and I could guarantee it would go directly into the hands of the head of a major studio? How’s that for good news!” She smiled at Deeves.
“Whoa! You’re kidding right? Oh man! That would pretty much scorch my britches!” he said, not knowing if this was for real or not.
“Well, I’ve got a fire extinguisher right over there. Let me know if I need to get it after I tell you that I am serious and can deliver. Let’s talk business!” Dotty’s replies, ready to deal. She knew Michael had talent.
“You got it! I am all ears, Dotty!” Deeves said.
Dotty shook hands with Deeves and struck a deal that would allow her to share in the profits from his percentage of worldwide gross profit.
Michael would bring his best screenplay to the table, the one great writers always saved for the big break.
Dotty was right about Michael Deeves. After reading the script that night, it did not disappoint.
She now had the merchandise in hand and was ready to move on to phase two. The delicate, yet persuasive, sell to Ms. Victoria Steele. She was confident that her little cache of personal photographs would sway Ms. Steele to make up her mind in favor of Dotty’s deal.
Chapter Eighteen
Blackmail
“Hello, Victoria! May I have a word with you alone before you leave this morning?”
The risk Dotty was about to embark upon was the greatest in her life. Something in her DNA pushed her to take the leap.
“Of course, Dotty, are you alright? You seem nervous or distracted.” Victoria shared her feelings of sincere concern. She had known Dotty for over six years.
“Well, I don’t know quite how to approach this as it is an unusual situation. So, I’ll just present it to you. I know you are hugely successful at what you do, Ms. Steele, therefore I would like to present to you an opportunity to kill two birds with one stone.”
“Just what do you mean? I am a bit confused here.” She searched her mind in an attempt to figure out it out. “What opportunity could Dotty possibly have to offer me professionally?” Victoria’s professional force field was instantly activated. Her previous concern for Dotty’s well-being had now morphed into guarded caution.
“You see, our resident Schwab’s writer, the very talented Michael Deeves, has given me his best script in the
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