Trapped by her own ambition June 11, 2013

 


 

Truth be told, I haven’t a clue as to the inner workings of the Virgin Mayor’s office except for the handful of cutthroats that latched onto him when he unexpectedly won as mayor two years ago.

I am making the assumption that she operates in that venue in the same manner as she did in our office, and perhaps even in jobs prior to the one with us.

Her ability to trickle up in each institution seems to rely on keeping all the players involved in the dark.

She also seems to have worked her way up through three towns during her employment in our office, as well as through our administration – and had her plans at our office foiled at least in part by me.

 But also because of her unbridled ambition, and that of others, that eventually brought her into the unenviable position of having to rely on one primary source of power: the Virgin Mayor.

I can’t say who the married man is that she got involved with earlier this year and who she is still mourning the loss of, but most likely it is someone she works with, someone in a powerful position within the administration, and someone who has some say in some part over her fate.

I don’t think it’s RR. My best guess is that it is Joey D, a notorious womanizer in his own right.

“He like’s having pretty women around him all the time,” said one of the officials in the town I cover, who Joey D has been courting as to possibly get a position if this politician wins the election early next year.

Joey D apparently has also tried to broker a job for her in this new place, further suggesting a closer than just business relationship between the two.

I don’t know how many stepping stones it took for her to reach the Virgin Mayor -- RR was, no doubt, one of these – with Joey D possibly a side step.

While she claims there is a family-like atmosphere in the office where she works, her sudden rise to become so close to the Virgin Mayor has to have created more than a few enemies or at least pretend friends, who resent her for her success.

This was likely true in almost most of the jobs where she managed to trickle up, where she got involved with the boss and was bequeathed power other workers most likely did not think she deserved, she has become trapped in her own ambition, most evident with her chef friend, who had proven incompetent and forced her to seek a new structure in which to again begin her climb.

She seems to constantly find herself in a situation where she can’t get what she thought she would get.

As pointed out yesterday, her fate is tied to the mayor (unless she can sidestep to a new power grid). She is desperate to believe he will survive the charges against him because she has no other choice at the moment.

Now, she is trapped again.


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