Meanwhile, compared to the lovely night shared by the siblings (-in-law) in the Bianchi / Molina family, across the city of Trussel Gina's newfound rival was spending the night alone. Burning the midnight oil with a mix of seething hatred and dark ambition, Gloria kept the lights on in the bedroom of her penthouse suite as she looked through social media feeds on her computer. Her only companion a rapidly depleting chocolate-mocha mousse by her nightstand.
"How is she this successful?" Gloria said sourly, every picture of Gina the Italian bombshell had posted online making the side-lined entrepreneur loathe her even more. Not that Gloria had even been this skinny in her life but she would have killed, at that moment, for as sexy of curves as the young Bianchi chef. Or hell, if Gloria's size could be seen as sexy. She sort of missed the movement of body-positivity sex appeal that graced some of her other culinary big named (& big-framed) peers. Truthfully, it was less Gloria's physique but rather her acidic personality that kept her from getting the most out of her looks.
Yet photo after photo of Gina Bianchi, getting a feel for her life, was like another insult from this fresh faced upstart that had laid waste to her plans. Photos from the relaunch of the family restaurant when Gina took the reigns. Dockside photos from the fish market and the family yacht. That time she was dating a Hollywood producer. Canid snapshots from Gina's interviews on all the big name culinary magazines. And most recently, photos with her new partners the Heurta family for the revamping of Casa Su Vicindario and the groundbreaking of her next big restaurant.
Be it her pinstripe suits, fashionable looks or grunge wear for physical labor, Gina Bianchi was the 'femme' of a femme fatale natural beauty knockout, with her sun-kissed olive skin and sleek curves. Hell, her hair looked great even when she was chipping paint in the Mexican restaurant she swiped from under Gloria's nose.
"And all of her flake fans are just in love with her locks," Gloria commented on the comments surrounding these photos, too cynical to believe Gina's adoring fans loved her for her personality beyond her sultry looks. Her spoon scraping the bottom of her mousse, the scheming Kitchen Boss tried to think up a way to get back at Gina. The Bianchi family had been a big name in local business, of course, yet not one Gloria had considered a threat to her market. Up until Gina had showed up on the scene with the audacity to go toe-to-toe with Gloria and win!
"I have to destroy her," Gloria grumbled, taking a break away from the madness of hate-following her rival on social media to finish getting ready for bed. Clade in silk pajamas in gaudy tiger print, the hefty Gloria pieced together half-baked revenge schemes as she went about her nightly constitutional, the sting of her mouthwash matching her ill-will towards Gina.
Those who knew Gloria best, such as her sister, coworkers and friends, would have advised her to take a step back. To not obsess over Gina and stick to her guns. Normally, that was the trick to keep Gloria from setting her sights on eliminating a rival to the bane of actually running her enterprises. To be crude, Gloria having a dry spell in her sex life probably didn't help matters either. A good fuck would probably do wonders for her mood, outlook & expertise. It would certainly take her mind off of things, rather then dropping back down the social media rabbit hole as she settled back into bed with her laptop.
"How to ruin her imagine?" Gloria repeated, her oft repeated mantra this night as she shot daggers at the imagines of her rival. Going back to the media blitz about the change of reigns for the Bianchi family business, Gloria keyed in on the older sister, Izabella.
You can't hide a whale like that from the camera, especially one with almost a hundred pounds on Gloria. Obviously, most of the attention was on the bombshell Bianchi babe but her sister was hard to miss. With a large stomach and gigantic ass, in another life Izabella would have been the patron customer of any of Gloria's eateries, given how much she obviously loved her sister's food.
Reminded of the Bianchi woman phenotype, Gloria shifted attention to background shots of the two sisters' parents. Sofia Bianchi was no slouch in the backside department either. A short trawl through publicly available genealogy records showcased that all of the Bianchi women, back to the original immigrants to America and another branch in the home country, sported the hereditary genes for weighty buttocks.
Cut back to the present, another look at one of Gina's pics in her power-grabbing, sexily cut pinstripe suit. Not large enough up top to truly be considered an hourglass, although her budding Bianchi rump was tastefully full yet slim compared to the zaftig size of her mother, sister and cousins.
"That's a metabolic crash waiting to happen," Gloria mused, easing off into fitful sleep with dreams about how to knock Gina out of the picture.
"Good morning, Danni," Gloria greeted the next morning to her personal secretary as she reached her office.
"G-Good Morning, Ms Vandergast," Danni said, somewhat taken aback. Since the buxom blonde had come under Gloria's employ, true pleasantries were not present in her boss's typical mood. Not without some nefarious motive or power-grab behind them. As the last few days had be rife with Gloria's outbursts at being shown up by Gina Bianchi and the failed attempts to badmouth her business, Danni was prepared to buckle down for the inevitable Hurricane Gloria.
Quite unlike the meteorological catastrophe Danni used as a metaphor for her boss's mood, Ms. Vandergast hummed a little ditty to herself, thanked Danni for her morning cappuccino & pastry sampler, and even took time to read the comics page of the newspaper.
"Are you sure you're alright, Ms. Vandergast?" Danni asked some time later, with the unknown about what Gloria could possibly be planning weighing heavily on her mind from head to padded rump before she just had to ask.
"Never better, Danni." Gloria smiled. "Just savoring the anticipation."
"Anticipation?" Her bombshell secretary asked.
If only Gina was as easy to manipulate as Danni, Gloria mused as she glanced to her curvaceous yet skittish administrative assistant. Danni had a head for numbers and business, the backbone to some of Gloria's loftier ambitions, and without being too biased, more pinup worthy than Gina given Danni had a rack to go with her rear.
"Miss Bianchi has everything I would have wanted five years ago," Gloria explained. "Minus the old family money, niche cuisine and the boat."
"I, don't quite follow." Danni said, adjusting her glasses.
"The biggest thing Gina has going for her," Gloria continued, "minus the family connections, is all this great publicity she gets her direction. She's like some sort of movie starlet, makeup never out of place and a radiant glow whether at the spa or construction site, on top of her skills as a chef."
"She is quite the natural beauty, yes," Danni replied, thoroughly confused by this line of logic.
"A social media princess clamored by legions of fans," Gloria surmised. "And we're going to shake that confidence from her by sullying her image to all those followers."
Of all the inane plans she'd heard Gloria come up with, this one absolutely bamboozled Danni. "How exactly do you go about showing her up in front of all her fans?"
Gloria merely grinned, laying out the stages of her plan whipped up from last night's fever dream. (Mayhaps the cream in her midnight mousse had been sour?)
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