#irene rodman

[maryjanewatsonparkers]

"Well then, I'll be sure to invite you to happy hour some time soon. I'm eager to see what your skit would be," Irene said mischievously. Irene knew it was delusional to think that she was important to this company. She may own it, but she never ran it nor did she even know the first thing about running it. It had only come up during the divorce when they were combing through their assets that the company popped up. Still, it was exciting for Irene having all the bells and whistles of being a CEO. "Perfect," she said eagerly and clapped her hands. Thanking the driver when he opened the door for her, Irene got inside and waited for Cristina to join her. "I do have a question though," she started and placed her hand on her lap. "When is the next team meeting?" she asked. "I noticed earlier that you were meeting with the team, I would like to have a team meeting to introduce myself to the people I'll be working with," she stated, pulling out her phone and going through her texts. "Oh! I'm going to need a company phone and secretary or an assistant to manage my day to day," Irene listed off acting as if she were some busy person. She then waved it off. "I'll just use my assistant now. Can I get a desk for her and a company laptop? Make it a fancy macbook or an iMac. Like the ones you see on TV," she said, treating Cristina as if she were her assistant and not the woman who was running her company for her. "You know what, I want an iMac too. Do I need approval for that or can I just buy my own? I want it in purple." Irene then gasped and looked over at Cristina with a grin. "Do you want a purple one? Or a blue one?" she asked. "We could be matching. CEO and CFO... what's your title again?"

Irene was a fascinating woman. Cristina had always thought her boss to be rather fascinating, but that was more in a judgmental outside viewpoint sort of way. To meet her in person like this, it was different. The grandeur that she possessed was more grand than Cristina had anticipated, but in a more endearing way. Which the thought alone surprised her. She was a lot. And working this close with her was going to be a lot. Luckily for the two of them, Cristina was not only good at her job, but she also loved this job. So she would do whatever it took to make sure that this company did their job to the best of their ability. Beyond so, even. That included dealing with her out of touch boss who, out of nowhere, decided to finally be a part of a company she owned. Arching an eyebrow when Irene asked her if she had made a joke, Cristina chuckled lowly and glanced away. “It’s known to happen from time to time. Get a couple of martinis in me and I might do some stand up,” she said, watching as Irene paid for the bill without even acknowledging the cost. Must be nice to have that sort of money, Cristina thought. When the waiter returned with Irene’s card, Cristina stood up to get ready to leave, following Irene’s lead basically. “Uh, yeah. The office that I had previously showed you before we left. That’ll be yours. It does have an extension because it had been previously known, so me and the rest of the staff know it. I’ll make sure to have it written down for you in case you need to give it out. I’ll make sure our receptionist has all the details ready for you,” she explained as they began to walk out of the restaurant. “Any questions you have, you can ask any one of us. Most of us have been working there since the beginning, so we all know the company well.”

[cooneyscross]

Who I write for:

(ive gotten a lot of questions from people asking who i write for so heres the list) -> I've probably forgotten some players, so for players not listed here, if you request them I might still write for them.

masterlist

AUSWNT Kyra Cooney-Cross | Steph Catley | Caitlin Foord | Sam Kerr | Mackenzie Arnold | Teagan Micah | Charli Grant | Hayley Raso | Mary Fowler | Alanna Kennedy | Ellie Carpenter | | Emily Van Egmond | Katrina Gorry

ENGWNT Beth Mead | Grace Clinton | Alessia Russo | Leah Williamson | Chloe Kelly | Alex Greenwood | Lauren Hemp | Aggie Beever-Jones | Lauren James | Jess Carter | Millie Bright | Lucy Bronze | Keira Walsh | Niamh Charles

SWEWNT Stina Blackstenius | Magda Eriksson | Fridolina Rolfö | Johanna Rytting Kaneryd | Zecira Musovic | Nathalie Bjorn

ESPWNT Alexia Putellas | Aitana Bonmatí | Jenni Hermoso | Ona Batlle | Olga Carmona | Irene Paredes | Laia Codina | Mapi Leon

USWNT Alex Morgan | Kristie Mewis | Rose Lavelle | Emily Sonnet | Emily Fox | Lindsey Horan | Catarina Macario | Trinity Rodman | Sophia Smith | Mallory Swanson

Others Guro Reiten | Erin Cuthbert | Frida Maanum | Katie McCabe | Kerstin Casperij | Lena Oberdorf | Victoria Pelova | Vivienna Miedema | Jill Roord | Ingrid Engen

[dear-indies]

Hi! Could I ask for some alts to Hunter Schafer in light of that post? Thanks and I hope you have a lovely day! 🥰

Trans women:

Macy Rodman (1989) - is queer.

Lotic / J’Kerian Morgan (1989) African-American.

Valentijn de Hingh (1990)

Ángela Ponce (1991)

Hari Nef (1992) Ashkenazi Jewish - esp her role in Assassination Nation and also has resources with blonde hair.

Eve Lindley (1993) Cuban.

Jesse James Keitel (1993)

Nikkie de Jager (1994)

Loiza Lamers (1995)

May Lifschitz (1995) Danish and Argentinian.

Zión Moreno (1995) Mexican [Unspecified Native American and Spanish].

Stef Sanjati (1995) - has Waardenburg Syndrome.

Stef Sanjati (1995) - is trans and has Waardenburg Syndrome.

AJ Clementine (1996) Filipino and White.

Giuliana Farfalla (1996)

Kerri Colby / Elyse Alessandra Anderson (1996) African-American.

Arisce Wanzer (1996) African-American.

Jasmine Kennedie (1999)

Lola Rodríguez (1999)

Quei Tann (2000) African-American - is a lesbian.

Georgie Stone (2000)

Maite Lanata (2000) Argentinian.

Grace Hyland (2000)

Siri Lehland (2001)

Emma Ellingsen (2001)

Josie Totah (2001) Palestinian / Lebanese, Italian, Irish, German.

Aaron Philip (2001) Afro-Antiguan - has cerebral palsy.

Ariel Nicholson (2001)

Irene Rising (?)

And since she's enbyphobic here are some enby faceclaims:

Emma D’Arcy (1992) - non-binary - they/them.

Mason Alexander Park (1995) Mexican and Spanish - they/them.

Zoe Stuckless (1999) - they/them.

Brendan Jordan (1999) Peruvian and Unspecified Other - genderfluid - he/she.

Dreamer Isioma (2000) Nigerian - non-binary - they/he.

Here you go!

[maryjanewatsonparkers]

It had been a moment since Irene last spoke to someone, or at least someone that wasn't involved or aware of her divorce. It was why she had moved back to her home town, Irene didn't want to deal with the fallout of her divorce. Everyone knew about it and it was all too much for Irene. She was tired of all the sympathetic looks she would get whenever she met with her friends and family because of her bastard husband cheating on her and revealing that his mistress was pregnant. It broke her. Absolutely broke her that his mistress managed to get pregnant with his baby despite nearly a decade of her and her husband trying. Running away to her hometown where she could live as a shut in seemed like the only logical choice at this point. Getting to have a casual conversation with someone without them pitying her just felt nice. Grinning and clapping her hands excitedly when the younger girl confirmed that she wanted to learn more about wine and what wines are best paired with what foods. It was exciting for Irene to be able to pass on her knowledge. "Consider it a date then," she teased and winked at the brunette. "Nina," Irene repeated. "It's a beautiful name." Watching with baited breath as Nina took a sip of the wine she had given her, Irene broke out into a grin and clapped once more. "Perfect! That is a Cabernet Franc. It's best with pepperoni and well, since anchovies are just as spicy, I figured this would be the best with pizza," Irene explained. Opening the pizza box, moaned as soon as the smell hit her nostrils. "God, there's nothing like warm pizza and wine." Grabbing a slice of pizza, she then motioned for Nina to take one as well. "Go ahead, have a bite."

Nina rubbed her hands together nervously as she continued to walk through this woman’s house, feeling completely out of place here. She shouldn’t have agreed to come inside. Not because she was still on the clock and had to get back to work, but out of fear of completely embarrassing herself in front of this woman. As they stepped into the kitchen, Nina stood by against the kitchen island the woman had, watching Irene go and grab something after setting the box of pizza down. Of course a woman like her had wine with pizza. Not just any wine either, of course, but some fancy type of wine. Nina figured it was probably a bottle that she’d never be able to afford. She knew that Irene was probably just teasing her, but Nina couldn’t help the way that there was a kick in her gut as her chest fluttered when the older woman talked about Nina sticking around. It was more than likely just a joke, a tease, but just the thought of Irene wanting to see Nina again, even if it was just a delusion in the girl’s head, had her taking in a nervous shaky breath. The younger chuckled. “I like to learn,” she commented with a small smile. Thanking her, she took the glass of wine. She looked at the woman when her name was asked and she pulled open her sweater to reveal the name tag with her name slightly worn off. “It’s Nina.” She brought the wine glass up to her lips, took in the scent of it before taking a small sip. It even tasted expensive. Her eyes widened as Irene held her hand out. Nina stared at it for a few seconds before reaching over and shaking it. She felt a cliche shock go through her. Why she was feeling like this, she had no clue. It was like some obsessive school girl crush. She cleared her throat and took her hand back. “This wine is very good. I’m not much of a wine drinker, but this would change my mind.”

[wutbju]

Doris Louise Spratt, age 89, went home to be with the Lord on August 29, 2022. She was born in Indianapolis, Indiana, March 26, 1933, to the late Dr. & Mrs. William H. Lee Spratt. She was also preceded in death by her sister Frances Irene Spratt, and a baby brother.

She graduated from South High School in Denver, Colorado, and studied at Anderson Business College in Decatur, Alabama. She received her BA and MA Degrees in Christian Education from Bob Jones University in South Carolina where she taught Christian Education and Missions for several years (1954-63).

After her father's death, she completed a career with ITT Educational Services, Inc. as Administrator and Curriculum Coordinator. She also assisted with administrative work at Bliss College, Scott Institute of Technology, and American School of Technology in Columbus, Ohio. She was the owner of the Executive Square Preschool in Columbus, Ohio.

She spent most of her life serving the Lord, including, several missionary trips to eight countries. She is survived by her family friend of 49 years, Ruth Rose.

The visitation will be held on Friday, September 2, 2022, from 4 p.m.-6 p.m. with service to follow at 6 p.m. at Snyder-Rodman Funeral Center, 101 Valleyside Drive, Delaware, Ohio. Pastor John Herdman will be officiating. Internment is at Washington Cemetery in Indianapolis, Indiana.

A special thank you for the care given by WillowBrook Staff, Promedica Hospice Staff, and Snyder Funeral Home.

[sanfranciscodailytimes]

Cheryl Halpern Awarded Woman of the Year 2018

Jakarta – April 18, 2018 – Cheryl Halpern is a woman of achievement. In addition to being an advocate for women’s rights and a supporter of educational initiatives around the world, Mrs. Halpern is an award winning producer and director of many inspiring documentaries. In recognition of her compelling films that have promoted dignity and respect, she was acknowledged as Tolerance Woman of the Year 2017.

This year, in March 2018, Mrs. Halpern was recognized as the Woman of the Year by the World Woman Awards. Natasha Dematra, Ambassador for the World Woman Awards, explained that Cheryl Halpern was chosen, after careful consideration, from several hundred notable women from around the world. The award was presented to Mrs. Halpern in celebration of the United Nations International Women’s Day.

Video Link: https://youtu.be/AJzdyAOfwe0

Mrs. Halpern was elected to serve as the chairwoman of America’s Corporation for Public Broadcasting from 2005 to 2007. In 2008 she went on to serve as an alternate United States representative to the United Nations. From the podium in the General Assembly she addressed the inhumanity of the Holocaust and the cruelty of the mining for blood diamonds. Since then she has focused her efforts on producing films that through their compelling stories will inspire others to do good and in their own way help make their villages, their neighborhoods and their environments a little better.

Her documentary, “Fighting to be Free” tells the story of heroic young Ethiopian women; illiterate, literate, rural and urban who created a unique sisterhood as they challenged cultural norms and risked their lives in a seventeen year struggle for freedom at the end of the twentieth century. As Mrs. Halpern explains, “These heroic women are role models for all women who are facing oppression. They stood up against tyranny and risked everything to be free. That the Ethiopian Constitution guarantees gender equality is a direct credit to the efforts of these women. Through their personal commitment and perseverance they proved that anything is indeed possible!”

Family is an important part of Cheryl Halpern’s story. She is the proud mother of three children and grandmother of eleven grandchildren. “I was blessed to be born into a family that respected gender equality. There were no limitations placed before me by my parents. I was taught to start my day with a smile, to believe in myself, to pursue my goals and not to be concerned by the unfounded criticism expressed by others. This is the lesson that I would share with young women today. Remember to believe in yourself and pursue your aspirations with determination.”

The World Woman Awards (WWA) is a partner in the International Film Festival Group (IFFG) consortium that works together with the Council of Creative People. The WWA’s mission is to recognize women who have inspired others through their own personal humanitarian endeavors as well as women who have promoted, through the films they have produced, the values of dignity, civility and tolerance. Past award recipients through the IFFG consortium include presidents and kings, John Pope II, Nobel Peace Prize winner Adolfo Pérez Esquivel, and many Hollywood stars: Alice Krige, Robin Shou, Dennis Rodman, Leonardo DiCaprio, Academy Award Winner Susan Sarandon, Martin Sheen, James Cromwell, David Anders, Julian Sands, Pearl Jam, U2, etc.

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[maryjanewatsonparkers]

The humiliation Irene felt thanks to her husband’s affair and the discovery of said affair at her birthday celebration is something Irene just wanted to forget. For the last couple of months, she had been successful in drowning it out and forgetting it thanks to her personal assistant, Jonathan, and their two month long binge getting drunk, doing drugs and partying at every event and party around the world. She was sure that she was the cause of the polar ice caps melting a little more with the private jets she flew around in the span of those two months she spent jet setting all over the world. Now that she was ready to face the world, Irene was about to enter the foundation her husband had set up in her name a few years back. Honestly, she didn’t remember a goddamn thing about it. She only remembered it because someone had called her saying that the bank account used to fund the whole thing had gone kaput. Of course she immediately put the money necessary into the account (she was now the third richest woman in the world), but she felt compelled to go in and check it out. Entering the office, she looked around and immediately walked towards the first person she saw. “Hello, I am looking for the boss of this place. They never really gave me a name, but I wanted to see them.”

[maryjanewatsonparkers]

Irene's head was swimming with all the things she could do for the fundraising now that there wasn't a budget. Okay, there was a budget, but the budget was higher and at Cristina's discretion. Now all she needed to do was convince Cristina to allow more extravagant things into the fundraiser. When she talked about where to host it, Irene tapped her chin and thought about it for a moment. "I have some ideas, but I'll have to make some calls. They're usually booked well over a year in advance but all I have to do is bribe the right people and the venue is ours," she said nonchalantly. Irene then grinned and leaned forward. "Did you just joke? Did I just make you joke?" she asked, her eyes dancing with amusement. She then waved at the waiter, indicating that she wanted the bill and handing him her card without even getting the bill. "Now, shall we head to the office?" she asked, pulling out her phone and letting the driver know that they were about to leave. "We have lots to do and I want to decorate my office." Irene clapped her hands excitedly at the thought of her office. "I've never head an office before," she admitted, getting up from her seat and exiting the restaurant. "Oh, do I have my own phone line? Does everyone know what my phone line or extension is? What if they need to reach me? I need work to do." It felt... rather nice being needed again. Ever since her ex-husband's company blew up, Irene was no longer needed. Even childcare was mostly taken over by nannies.

As she’s worked at this organization, with all the meetings and fundraisers, Cristina had met with her fair share of rich people. Not all were as rich as Irene, of course. Though, considering the amount of money her boss had, there weren’t exactly very many people who were that rich. Regardless, she’d met plenty of rich folks, so she was more than aware of out of touch they were when it came to every day living expenses for normal people. Hell, they were rather out of touch with anything that didn’t involve their little circles. But to hear Irene speak so nonchalantly like this about money still took her aback. What must it be like to live like that? Not that Cristina was struggling for money. She was well off given her job, but she knew she would never even come close to the wealth that Irene had. Hiding her amused grin by holding her hand against her mouth, Cris glanced down at the table as her boss when on about the costs of Birkins as if she didn’t already know. “Well, you certainly live a luxurious life, that much I can say.” She raised an eyebrow then once Irene began to spit ball her ideas for the gala. She chose to keep her mouth shut for now and allow her boss to have her fun thinking of all these way too extravagant plans. “How about we first focus on figuring out where to host it. Then we’ll see about… Cirque du Soleil,” she brought up, chuckling lightly despite herself when Irene kept joking about the cocaine. Cristina hummed softly to herself and stared at the other woman, giving her a small doubtful (yet amused) stare. “Don’t expect me not to pat you down just in case.”

[maryjanewatsonparkers]

Irene understood how ridiculous she sounded thinking that thirty thousand was nothing because it wasn't as if she grew up rich. In fact, before her ex-husband started the company, they were dirt poor. She was the one taking care of their children and working while he sat in their garage working on his business. When the money started flowing in through, they became rich and money just meant nothing to Irene. The gap between thirty dollars and thirty thousand got smaller and smaller. "Like thirty dollars," she admitted. "I mean, I once bought the entire stock of Birkin bags and used them as little be my bridesmaids at mine and my ex's renewal," she explained and waved it off as if it was nothing. "A Birkin bag, like the cheapest could easily cost thirty thousand," she explained in case Cristina didn't know how much a Birkin costed. Irene perked up and immediately started clapping with glee when Cristina conceded and agreed to let her fund the gala. "Amazing! Maybe we can get the Cirque du Soleil to be the main show or something," she said, thinking up all the things they could do now that she was given an unlimited budget. "Oh we could serve caviar!" Irene tapped her finger against her chin as she thought about what else they could do to make the night an eventful and memorable one. "Now that you'll let me plan without a budget, I promise not to bring the cocaine."

Cristina should have expected this sort of reaction from Irene when it came to the budget. She was sure that that kind of money was basically pocket change for someone like her, but that’s the budge they’ve always worked with. In fact, it got lower and lower as the years went by. Running a charity organization was tough, but it was especially difficult when the people who founded the place hardly took any interest in it. “I’m sorry, how much do you think thirty thousand is, exactly?” She asked with a raised eyebrow. Sure it was probably not what the rich woman was used to, but to a normal person, it wasn’t chump change. It was doable if you knew what you were doing. And Cristina happened to very well know what she was doing. That’s why she was amazing at her job. Dropping her head down to hide the small hint of a smile that was forming on her lips, she tried to not think about how ridiculous her boss was. She was so out of touch, it was almost comical. Letting out a small breath, she looked back at Irene and shrugged. “You know what, fine. I mean, it is your organization. And, well, not to be crass, but you certainly do have the funds for a more expensive party. If that’s something you want to do, I clearly can’t stop you. All I’m saying, is that there is a budget for a reason.” Cris paused briefly as she looked over at Irene who looked like an upset child. “If you insist on going big, we can at least work on it together so I can make sure it’s not too big.”

[maryjanewatsonparkers]

Irene waved Cristina off after the brunette reminded her that she needed to be on her best behaviour. Despite use of the word 'we' Irene knew that it was the royal we and it was directed at her. Her fun party nature was clearly not lost on Cristina, not that she could blame Cristina for warning her to be good. It was a widely known fact that Irene was someone who was always down to party. Irene pouted and rolled her eyes. Cristina seemed like a stick in the mud. At the mention of the budget being not even a hundred thousand, Irene's eyes widened. She almost didn't want to plan the gala anymore. "I'm sorry, thirty thousand?" she asked in an appalled manner and shook her head. "You do understand thirty thousand is like just for catering right? What do you plan to feed them exactly? McDonalds?" Irene shook her head and crossed her arms. "Okay, but if I give you the bill of thirty thousand, don't be so shocked if there's a hidden bill somewhere paid for by me. I don't even know how to just spend thirty thousand," she admitted and pouted like some sort of child. "This doesn't seem fun anymore. Thirty thousand, that's like the cost of this lunch right now," she stated, kicking her feet. Was this really how much functions costed? She couldn't believe it. She was having a hard time wrapping her head around how she was even going to budget such a little amount for a gala of all things.

“Okay, maybe, but, again this is a party for a charity. So, I think we should try to be on our best behavior.” And by ‘we’, Cristina obviously meant Irene. But she was trying to be nice right now, especially considering how much the other woman just dropped on donations. Still, they did need to be on their best behavior. All eyes were on them with Irene now on their team. With how much she’d been in the headlines ever since the cheating scandal and then the divorce announcements and all her little activities after that, everyone would want to see what her next move would be. That next move happened to be this charity organization. They were barely getting by as it was. Any bad press directed at the organization would be bad news for all of them. Well, maybe not Irene. Cris was sure she’d survive more bad press. “But, yes. You’re free to host and plan the party to your heart’s content. Go crazy. But not too crazy!” Cristina whipped out her phone and began to send out emails and texts and trying to communicate with everyone about how they’ve reached their goals and she was basically already planning out what they needed to do next proceeding all of this before she stopped and glanced over at Irene from over her phone. Some of the things that came out of that woman’s mouth was at times too ridiculous to even be comical. “Try more like 30,000. Even that is stretching it.”

[maryjanewatsonparkers]

Money was nothing to Irene. Dropping a few thousand dollars was nothing at all. Even after the divorce when they split their assets and her ex-husband had been good about giving her half of their assets without a fight. Despite his cheating, he had been generous about his money and made sure that it wasn't brutal for the sake of their daughter. That was all Irene could ask for. What was most important for her was that her daughter wasn't too affected by this as much as possible. Irene scoffed and waved off the brunette. "You're no fun. No cocaine at a party is the most boring thing in the world," she muttered and sighed. Irene leaned over to Cristina eagerly when Cristina asked if she really wanted to do the planning. "Really? I can do the planning?" she asked excitedly, her eyes wide with child like excitement. Her excitement immediately deflated when Cristina mentioned that it had to be budgeted. "Really?" she asked, sighing in frustration and disappointment. "Even if, I don't know, I plan it out of my own wallet?" she asked, hoping the answer would be an okay. "What even is the budget? A million dollars?" she asked and scoffed, thinking that amount was not enough to plan a party.

Cristina hoped that she looked as appreciative as she felt right now. She was well aware that she didn’t have the warmest of demeanors. At the office, she was all work and no play. It wasn’t that she was as cold as she may appear or that she disliked everyone she worked with. It was just that she liked being professional in a professional setting. Work came first, as it always did. But her appreciation for the check was genuine. What Irene just did meant a lot other than Cristina because this organization and what how it operates means a lot to her. She may not be the best at expressing it, but she was appreciative. Luckily, she didn’t have other struggle with trying to express anything, because Irene was quick to move on to the whole celebrating part of this whole thing. When Cris commented on Irene being able to be as involved as she’d like after this donation, Irene’s mind immediately went to the party. It was honestly more amusing than she’d like to let on. An eyebrow arched when the other woman once again brought up the cocaine. At this point, Cris wasn’t sure that Irene was only joking anymore. “How about we keep the cocaine to a minimum and you have yourself a deal,” she responded, trying to humor the other woman. Though she tried to bite her tongue, not wanting to comment on Irene’s partying. If the tabloids were anything to go by, she was well aware of Irene and parties. “You want to do all the planning?” She did ask, curious considering how big this would be. “I’m usually the big planner here, but by all means, I don’t think I’d mind someone else shouldering that responsibility. We do have. a budget for these things, however…”

[maryjanewatsonparkers]

Maybe it was a bad idea revealing that the default email that her and her ex would give was an email neither one of them really answered and gave to be polite. She could have said nothing, but Irene tended to overshare, which was a very bad habit of hers. Writing down her email as well, Irene then grinned at Cristina. "I promise, I will answer your emails," she teased. "I'll even give you my cell phone. One of anyways," she muttered and wrote down her number with her email. Irene noticed the surprised and shocked look on Cristina's face when she handed the check. Just like that, Irene made sure that their organization met their goal. This was nothing but chump change for Irene. She barely blinked giving away that kind of money. Laughing when she said that the cocaine wasn't necessary, Irene shrugged. "Alright, but let me know if you need it, okay? I like to keep a supply." She watched with an amused expression as Cristina continued to look at the check she just handed her. It was almost as if she couldn't believe that their goal was met."Imagine if that check bounced, how embarrassing would that be?" she couldn't help but joke, trying to get Cristina to come to terms with the fact that she just gave her money. When Cristina said she could be as involved as possible, Irene's eyes lit up with excitement. "Does that mean I can bring the cocaine?" she asked jokingly before holding her hands up as if showing her she was only joking. "It's a good thing I know how to throw a good party. You leave the planning to me," she said excitedly, already thinking of the kinds of things she could do for the gala.

Cristina narrowed her eyes a little when Irene began to talk about sending the emails to the incorrect email. Honestly, this shouldn’t have be surprising to her and it really wasn’t. It all made so much more sense now that she thought about it. It wasn’t surprising, but this new revelation did make her a bit angry. She had to look away from the other woman as she inhaled deeply to calm that anger. It would do her no good right now. “Right. Of course. I would greatly appreciate the actual email, then.” She said, giving Irene a polite smile and chuckle, doing her best to ignore her talking about how she had an obscene amount of unanswered emails. Unanswered emails that she, without a doubt, would join as well. Placing her hands on her lap, she continued to look over at Irene as she suddenly grabbed her purse and took out a check book. She didn’t realize people still carried those around. Those she supposed maybe it was just a rich person thing now, handing out checks with a crazy amount of money printed on their. Furrowing her eyebrows once Irene slid the check her way, she lightly cleared her throat before reaching over to pick it up. Written on there was the exact amount that the operation needed to fund everything. Cris was a little taken a back by how easy that was. How easy it was for someone to just write a check and their goal was met. All this time of struggling, and it was the own CEO who finally chipped in to help. Between her hands, she held the check delicately. It was such a relief to have this money. All this time, she was worried sick they wouldn’t meet the deadline, but this check that Irene so nonchalantly wrote out helped more than the other woman could ever know. “Thank you. Though, the cocaine won’t be necessary,” she said, unsure of how serious Irene was. “After donating this much money, you can be as involved in the gala as you’d like. I mean, aside from also you being the boss and all. Besides, you’re involvement will undoubtedly give this organization and the fundraiser the much needed press it needs. You’re a walking press magnet.”

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Irene had a smug look on her face as Cristina tried to defend herself and state that she wasn't trying to keep tabs on her that way. It was amusing and almost easy to get under Cristina's skin. Irene vowed to make Cristina relax a little more as she seemed like there was a stick too far up her ass. Irene laughed and shrugged. "The reason we weren't answering emails is probably because you don't even have the right email," she joked. "We have spam emails and emails that we just give people and then we have actual business email," she explained. "I'll text it to you now that we're working together, though I make no promises to actually answer in a timely manner. I have like four hundred unanswered texts. The only text I respond to immediately is my daughter's." Irene hummed as Cristina told her about how much was needed for the fundraiser. She was rather surprised how little it actually cost. Twenty thousand was basically what she would spend in one meal sometimes. Going through her purse, she pulled out her cheque and started to write the amount that was needed. Once she was done, Irene slid the cheque across the table to Cristina. "Is that enough for it to be fully funded? It would be embarrassing if my own organization failed to launch. Do you need more for whatever else?" she asked. "I want to involved in the gala. I love a good party. I know a great dealer that can get us premium cocaine," Irene teased, but she also wasn't joking.

Cristina was in the middle of drinking her water when she noticed Irene getting a little closer to her. She set the glass down and her eyebrows shot up at how close the other woman had gotten to her. Her question made her blink before she shook her head. “What? No. No, that’s not—I mean, not exactly.” She cleared her throat and leaned back against the sit a bit, creating distance between the two of them. She didn’t know why she felt a little nervous all of a sudden. That wasn’t necessary something she’d describe herself as - being the nervous type. She shook herself out of it and cleared her throat. “What I mean is, I was just checking up on you in my own way. The only source of contact I had was your email and your ex-husbands. But neither of you were very good at answering any emails…” she muttered. “Regardless, I just wanted to know what was going on, I guess. So I did some reading.” Truth was, given how directly she could have been impacted by this divorce, Cris had read just about any and every article she could get her hands on that talked about Irene and her divorce. It was the only way she could get any information. Giving the other woman an appreciative smile, she thanked Irene. “The fundraiser needs twenty thousand to be fully funded. We don’t close it until the end of the month. Which is only about a couple weeks. We wanted to throw a gala for it right before to try to get the remainder of the funds. But even getting that achieved hasn’t been an easy ride.”

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Despite the cheating, her and her husband divorced somewhat amicably and she knew it was because of the love they shared for their daughter. With their daughter now a teenager and having easy access to the media, they knew that they had to be careful of what was coming out. It already hurt their daughter knowing that her father had an affair, he didn't want to drag it out and basically gave Irene everything she asked in the divorce. A part of her had a feeling it was because Mark was afraid that Irene would start talking badly about him to their daughter. Though Irene had done everything she could to shield Melanie from it and even gone as far as saying she knew about the affair and that they hadn't really been together in years. Irene looked over at Cristina and leaned in. "So you admit you've been tracking me?" she asked with a teasing smirk, wanting to see how Cristina would react. Glancing at the shocked look Cristina was making when Irene made an offer to fulfill the fundraiser goal, Irene just looked at her plainly before slowly nodding her head. "What part of I make more than I can spend do you not get?" she wondered curiously, cocking her head to the side. "How much is it to complete the fundraiser?" she asked again. "I don't want the fundraiser to fail. It would look bad on future fundraisers. Like we aren't wanted or something. Has there been any press for this?"

When the news broke out about Irene’s divorce, one of the first thing Cristina did was read all about it, mostly so that she knew what that meant for the foundation. Considering that Irene and her husband were more or less not really involved with the foundation’s work, Cris worried that it meant the foundation would be shut down in wake of the divorce. Little did she know back then that it meant a whole lot would be thrown on her plate when it came to the foundation. At the very least, she still had a job at a place she genuinely cared a lot for. But with reading up on as much as she could on the divorce, she essentially knew just about all there was to know about the divorce and that included just how much Irene got in the settlement. And it was a hell of a lot of money. It was so much money that Cristina didn’t even realize a single person could have that much money. Then it was all over on the news just how careless Irene had been with all that money. Though she figured that all that careless spending probably didn’t even make a single dent in all that Irene had. “Yeah, that’s what the news has said… About your spending, I mean. I swear they track everything you buy down to your groceries.” Cris let out a scoff. She couldn’t imagine being under that kind of microscope. After she then went on to explain all about the lack of fundraising they’ve gotten due to lack of sponsors, Cristina’s eyes widened when Irene suddenly whipped out her check book. “Uh, what?” She stammered, in complete disbelief. “Wait, are you serious?” She asked before stuttering her way through explaining how much the foundation needed for the fundraiser.

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Irene wasn't stupid enough to think she had done anything for this organization. She didn't even know it existed up until last month when she urged her lawyers to look at every single thing that was under her name. It was fun though trying to get under Cristina's skin. Irene was curious to see how far she could go until Cristina snapped. because from what she had been told, Irene could get pretty annoying. It wasn't like she sought to be annoying, it just happened because of how oblivious Irene was when it came to money or anything else. The funny part was the fact that they didn't even come from money. Her and her ex-husband were middle class people trying to make ends. She remembered the time that she was working two jobs and taking care of the kids while her husband was working his his breakthrough Ai that now made them incredibly rich. Irene scoffed and shook her head. "Oh honey, he didn't just give me this organization. He was going to give me everything after all the dirt I had on him," she muttered and shrugged. "But whatever, this was his baby and I didn't care. So long as I had primary custody of our daughter, I didn't care about anything else. Besides, I make money faster than I can spend it, and trust me, I have tried." Even just taking half of her ex-husband's fortune, Irene had more money than she knew exactly what to do with. Furrowing her brows at the explanation that the fundraiser has been lacking, she pulled out her bag and pulled out a chequebook. "Well, how much do you need?" she asked, as if dropping massive amounts of money wasn't a big deal. "I can't let my fundraiser fail, can I?"

Cristina paused and arched an eyebrow at her and resisted the urge to scoff and roll her eyes. The last thing she needed right now was to get on Irene’s bad side somehow. What if she decided to axe Cristina and fire her? She loved this place and she really didn’t want to have to find a new job. It’s why she was playing nice as much as she could, even if some of the things Irene was saying was rather questionable. She mentally exhaled deeply and forced a smile. “Yep. Doing an amazing job, really,” she agreed despite feeling the opposite. Cristina knew that she was the one putting in all the work. But Irene talking about how she earned the CEO position by technically sleeping with the boss did make her let out a genuine laugh. It surprised even her. “That’s one way of looking at it,” she commented. “Though, I guess, after everything, him giving you the company was the least that he could do. So cheers to you for winning that one.” She tipped her head towards the other woman. Though she still felt highly sympathetic for Irene, she did have to say that she came out on top in the divorce on a technical level. She wasn’t sure if Irene necessarily felt that way, but now she was one of the richest women in the world. “The goal date was next month. The fundraising has been… lacking, so to speak. We’ve been really hoping we can get this all together. But getting sponsors for the fundraiser hasn’t been the easiest.”

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Irene waved Cristina off. "Semantics," she murmured. "I'm CEO of something and from what I can see, it doesn't seem to be bust so I'm clearly doing something right." Irene ignored the fact that the something right she was doing was by not being involved. It wasn't as if she was making all the hard decisions nor was she running anything. Irene was only CEO in name only. She was sure that it was Cristina that was running the ship considering everyone answered to her. "Though I guess this was a little bit unearned considering my ex-husband started this company and appointed me as CEO. So I guess I got it by sleeping with the boss," she joked. Smiling and nodding her head, Irene exhaled and wondered if she would even be included in these events or decisions. The charity had been running just fine without her ever since her ex-husband created it, so she wondered if they would even include her. "Well, you'll have to let me know when the next meeting is. I would love to be sitting in a meeting and feel a corporate girlie," she joked. Irene was well aware that many people depended on this charity. There were so many not only employed, but many disenfranchised people that depended on this charity to function so she knew that she needed to take this seriously. Irene perked up at the mention of a fundraiser being created. "Oh? What day are you planning? I'm all hands on deck if you need my expertise. I'm very good at planning events."

Cristina looked at Irene curiously as she went on about her expectations out of this job. It was evident to her that the other woman had absolutely no idea how any of this worked. It seemed like most of her knowledge was coming from television and even, she was wrong. “Well, yes, you are CEO. But, not to burst your bubble, a charity organization isn’t exactly the same thing as a huge media corporation, but I can see where you’re coming from. We’ll be dealing with sponsors and organizing events and looking into various charities and organizing fundraisers. Things like that.” She cleared her throat. “But I can assure you, it’s just as exciting. At least, I find it so.” Cristina wasn’t sure what Irene’s end goal here was, but if this company depended on her interest in it, she had no problems trying to meet these expectations of hers. Or at the very least, try to come somewhat close to it. Hearing about how Irene and her husband had completely forgotten about the charity organization ever since buying it, Cristina wasn’t entirely surprised. She’d never even seen them since she’d gotten the job. At first, she thought that maybe they just trusted her enough to run the place all on her own without needing them. But when some emails had gone unanswered, she started to figure out what was really going on. It had annoyed her at the beginning until she grew to only depend on herself for the sake of the company. She liked to think she was doing just fine without any input from them. “Right now, we’re focusing on contributing to climate change. There’s a charity we’ve set our sights on and I’ve been talking to them these past couple months. So we were focusing on creating a fundraiser for them.” Cristina was talking like she was pitching this idea to Irene.