by Adler
“Who said I was simply giving it to you? I expect you to work for every square foot and make certain that every penny is put to good use. I want to see what kind of magic you can perform on the place. The property deserves someone who will respect the integrity of the structure. I believe you are that person, and that thrills me.”
Why is he always so damned convincing. “Ok Harrison, we will need to set some ground rules. I will oversee the project and use the money you provided to ensure that the home and grounds are brought back to their original grandeur. However, I will not accept the deed. It is your property, and as such, I want you to own it and use it.”
“Hmmm. You drive a hard bargain. I will think about the latter of the conditions. I’ll neither agree or disagree at this juncture. Let’s just get this project moving forward, and we’ll see where it takes us. Besides, I have other pressing issues in the immediate future to address.”
“Yes, which brings me to the other item in that treasure trove of an envelope. The ticket to the Caymans is for Saturday. That is two days from now. What is this all about?”
“It’s like this Danielle, I need to go to the Grand Cayman islands to wrap up some details that will hopefully put an end to all of this nonsense. I am already in Atlanta.”
I interrupt, “What? When did you fly there? Why didn’t you tell me that you were leaving town, much less leaving the country to somewhere in the Caribbean?”
“I flew here to Atlanta this morning. Tomorrow morning I fly out to the Grand Caymans, arriving late morning. Luckily, it’s a short flight. In the afternoon, I have a brief, but very important business transaction to oversee. Then no more work. I expect you to join me Saturday for a romantic escape for nine nights and ten days. No sneaking around, no looking over our shoulders. Just some much needed time to indulge in each other.”
Gasp. My heart’s desire is coming true. I get to spend uninterrupted time with the man I love. How could I have been upset, or even confused by the ticket he sent me? It is such a romantic gesture.
“So, Danielle, what do you say? Do you want to go away with me?
I’m holding my breath, but I don’t hesitate, “Yes Harrison, I do!”
She holds the paper with trembling hands as she reads the National Tattler headline:
Harrison Towers Married in the Caymans!
But not to his betrothed, Marion Devereaux
Who is the Mystery Woman?
She tosses the paper on the ground and purposely walks across it, leaving a print on the face of her obsession.
His phone is vibrating on the table. He looks at the screen and sees that it is ‘her’.
Shit! Now what?
“Hello.”
“It’s me.” Curt as usual.
“What do you want Marion, I thought we were done!”
“Not quite Bradley, it seems that we need to implement plan ‘B’.”
“Are you sure there is no other way?”
“Just do it, Bradley, or you know what will happen.” She hisses.
“Done.”