Businesswoman Chapter 188
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Those moments where she could see her daughter gave her great satisfaction. Loreen Breen neé Brampton and her mother Lucy sat at the Mercier Hotel. Miss Brampton had lived her seventy six years of life in relative comfort. She possessed high cheekbones that looked taut and knocked off years. Through dying her hair, even more years fell away. She wore a navy blue blouse and a white skirt. Loreen donned a raspberry pant suit and a matching pill hat that looked like a dollop of white cream.
She looked up at her mother.
“Do you know what you want?” Loreen asked.
“I have what I usually have, the house salad,” a server had just arrived and began tapping at his device.
“Please leave us,” Lucy intoned.
“Of course, ma’am,” the server answered. He left hurriedly.
“When are you going to get a real man?” Lucy blurted out.
“Mother! I have a great man at home. He is all I need,” Loreen defended Hershel.
“I never liked him. He seems…homey. He doesn’t have a worldly view like you and I and your late great father….” her voice trailed.
“I am actually happy with my life,” Loreen fired back. “Hershel is a major figure in that happiness.”
“Tuh, the man who can’t even support himself. He has to live off his own wife. You’re obviously above his source of income.”
“Let that be, mom. I’m tired of this whole charade that a woman can’t provide for her top value. I’ll continue to offer him my funds willingly and selfishly.”
An audible gasp escaped from Lucy. “You’re not still self-centered are you? I thought you’d grown out of that.”
“You obviously have not been following my work.”
“Oh, I have. I just thought you'd be giving your money to charity now.”
Loreen sighed.
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Generational conflict is a never ending way of life, no matter your station in life. COngratulations on Top Story
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Loreen’s quiet strength against her mother’s generational expectations really stood out. The dialogue felt real, tense, and deeply personal. Excited to see how Loreen continues to push back and define success on her own terms