Chapter 40 The Bar Meeting

• Victoria Daniels plopped herself down on a seat in the bar, full of rage and righteous indignation. This was the third bar she was visiting just this evening. The other two had thrown her out because she was drinking too much.
• “They are damn bloody fools.” Victoria thought to herself angrily. She was not even all that drunk. No, her anger was keeping her mostly sober, much as she did not want to be sober. She had messed up big time, and her self-righteous bitch of a sister was to blame for it all. Victoria could not believe how she had allowed Carol to trick her the way she had. By now, she would have been living the big life that her sister was living by being the wife of a billionaire and having servants and different exotic cars to use at her convenience. But no, she was broke and stuck here in this seedy bar in which she was sure she stuck out like a sore thumb.
• A few guys tried to approach her, but the look that she gave them was enough to send them scurrying back into whatever holes they had crawled out from. She was not here to look for guys who were no doubt as broke as she was. No, what she was here to do was to drink and plot the perfect way to get her revenge on that evil, conniving bitch that she called a sister.