Chapter 1: The Milky Way Galaxy

Chapter One

PLANET EARTH:

The Milky Way Galaxy

I hated these motherfuckers. The whole lot of them.

Grinding my jaw, I looked at my lazy, good-for-nothing siblings sitting along the smooth and obscenely expensive executive table, my gaze traveling over each one until it rested on my father, who was sitting at the very end.

A king and his court.

And I was their jester.

"We're just saying that, since you have no plans on marrying?—"

"I've never said that," I countered, glaring at the parent who always sided with the arrogant, spoiled assholes I called brothers. "When did I ever say such a thing?"

"Oh, Moo-Moo. Look at you. Ever hopeful."

I lifted my brows as my gaze fell on my younger sister. She looked immaculate, like usual. Hated this bitch.

"The point is, Pailful Dairy needs to go beyond the Milky Way," my younger brother explained. "And that means entering the Pollenverse."

"Molly Moo, this assignment is made for someone like you," my older brother added. "You are the marketing manager, yes, but you are also so much more."

That was an understatement if I'd ever heard one. I practically ran the company while the rest of the board of directors, complete with empty executive titles, did nothing but "be the face" of the billion-dollar dairy corp.

Apparently, I was not thin or attractive enough to attend all the fraudulent fundraisers Earth's plutocratic leaders constantly held. Afterall, how could you sleep your way to the top if people in power thought you were too much of a heifer to be hot.

Big, beautiful, bold, and brainy was not good enough for the elite societies of the planet. Appearances mattered.

"Your eyes are gorgeous, and you have a great personality. If you just lost a few pounds, more men would want to court you," advised my mother. "We could secure you a good marriage then. The ladies and I discuss it all the time. Their sons are interested, we just need to get you a makeover. I don't know why you don't go see our plastic surgeon. Your sister looks great, and you can too."

I liked the way I looked. I liked my voluptuous curves. I was classical. Like a Botticelli or Rubens. Once upon a time, soft bodies were desired. They represented lust, temptation, and fertility.

I was a woman out of time, apparently.

"Molly Myra Maiden. Are you even listening?"

My father calling me by my whole name drew me out of my memories. "I'm listening. I just don't like what I'm hearing."

"You don't ever like anything, Moo-Moo," complained my younger brother. "You have always been a sullen cow. Why can't you just do what you're fucking told?"

"Fuck you, asshole."

My father held out his hand, indicating that my brother should lay off.

The patriarch sighed. "What are your objections, daughter?"

Really?

"Look, providing pasteurized milk and other dairy products to customers across the Milky Way should be enough." I reasoned. "We are galaxy's top dairy producer. Why must I peddle our wares to the Pollenverse?"

"Forming partnerships now will secure Pailful's legacy as one of the first human corporations to venture into the neighboring universe. And once we are established there, we will do the same for the Hydroverse."

Hydroverse too!? "Pailful Dairy makes plenty of money already. Why must we expand? We are all sitting here wealthy beyond belief. We make more money than we could ever spend."

My little brother huffed. "Please. You can never make too much money or be too powerful."

*hard blinking*

Why was I fighting this? I had already traveled to the far reaches of the Milky Way galaxy. Why not go to the Pollenverse? It's not like I wanted to be around these motherfuckers anyway.

The irony of it made me chuckle. They were embarrassed of me because I was too fat for their tastes, but I was equally embarrassed of them. They were all dumber than a pailful of shit, greedy as nursing calves, and mean as bulls.

And my dear mother. Oh, how I wished I had one good thing to say about the woman who brought me into the world, but she was also a disappointment. Not that it mattered. She was equally disappointed in me. Even though I was the reason this company was thriving, as far as my mother was concerned, my value was in securing a good marriage, not running the family business.

"You have two brothers to do that," she reasoned.

I snorted. As if these two assholes would bother. That would require them to pull their dicks out of their assistant's cunts long enough to make a deal. My brothers came to work for pussy, not clients.

In addition to their lack of work ethic, they often took all the credit for the successes of Pailful Dairy. I should not be surprised mother thought them capable when they lied like rugs.

"Fine," I conceded. "I'll leave now."

I turned and walked out, not giving pause to allow them to comment. I traveled so much these days that I didn't even have to go home and pack. I had clothes on my private craft.

I would get the crew together and see what lay in store in the Pollenverse.