Temporary Displacement

Temporary Displacement (Part 1)

Another day and another successful presentation! I was lining myself up for my first promotion at a rate faster than most. I took my marketing career seriously. Every presentation was treated as if it were my first. Dressed to impress always, and ensuring that all details were taken into account.

I was 38 years old and had only been in the marketing field for a few years. As far as working for this company, I had been here for a few months now. This was my second major career and I was loving ever bit of it! Prior to marketing, I was an emergency medical technician (EMT). I loved the work, but it was a lot of hours for not enough pay.

“Again, great job on that presentation, Tiffany! You just made us some more money,” exclaimed my boss.

“Thanks, Dylan! I do what I can!”

“I’m so happy you took me up on the offer to come here! We are going to do some damage to the competition!”

Happy to hear that, I responded, “You know I couldn’t resist! You gave me an opportunity that I would have had to be mental to pass up.”

“We should go out to celebrate this victory. A new account thanks to your outstanding presentation deserves to be celebrated!”

“I would love to, Dylan, but I have some things to handle. We can do a double celebration after the next account is landed.”

“Dang, alright, Tiff. Can’t wait for you to get all of your stuff handled,” Dylan sighed. You haven’t been able to hang out for a minute now. Anything I can help you with?”

“Nah, I’m good. Got a lot on my plate right now. I’ll make it up to you though. I know I owe you some time.”

“Alright. You know you’re my best friend, so don’t hesitate to let me know if you need something,” Dylan responded while grabbing my hands.

“I know, Dylan. And thank you. I will see you tomorrow so we can get these accounts.”

Drinks with one of my best friends would have been nice right about now. But there was no way I could do it. I had more pressing issues to deal with. There would be time for playing later. Dylan would understand; we had been best friends since our University of North Carolina days.

So, my name is Tiffany McLaren, but most people call me Tiff or Tee. I really have no preference. I’m an east coast baby, born and raised in North Carolina. For some reason, I always had an attraction to the west coast. Being in San Diego, California is a long way from home, but I love it! I was meant to be here. North Carolina and my Black Baptist family were a little too conservative for me and my lifestyle, so it was time that I broke away. Dylan Sanderson gave me the perfect chance when he suggested I come work for him in California.

The only problem is that I didn’t fully comprehend exactly how expensive it was out here. Because I had just left a bad relationship where I was the sole provider, I brought a huge amount of debt with me to Cali. Yes, I was finally making good money again, however, I still had some things to handle. I was so used to handling my own business, that I kept things to myself. Being the black sheep of my family, my sinful gay tail couldn’t reach back to them. Even though Dylan was one of my best friends, I didn’t want him knowing the severity of my mess.


Written by Dani Powell, RM Entertainment Original Story Contributor

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