Page 35 of Perfect Satisfaction
I take everything.
My Moore.
The all too familiar ache begins eating at the organ that should rest in my chest.Christ,am I never going to see you again?
Because that would be the ultimate revenge.
That’s when my phone rings.
It’s my lawyer again.
Before I can tease him about trying to get out of the party, he hisses, “I never knew you were married.”
Shit.“How did you find out?”
“Because I have a team of British attorneys—solicitors, what the fuck ever—on my other line demanding to find a way to contact you.”
I reach down and yank open a drawer. Pulling out a go bag and my passport, I order him, “Tell them I’m out of the country and couldn’t be reached.”
“They’ll know you’re lying,” he warns me.
“Probably.”
“They’re determined to meet with you.”
“Then threaten to sue them for half of my wife’s fucking assets! By my estimation, she’s worth at least a billion dollars.”
“You want me to ignore them?” he asks incredulously.
“I want you to ignore them because right now, by all accounts, she’s warming the bed of someone equally as rich.”
There’s a long pause at the other end of the line. “Right. Go enjoy warm weather somewhere.”
I hang up without another word and storm out of my office. I flag down the first taxi and order the driver to take me to Kennedy.
I can’t escape Ursula here. I sure as hell can’t go to Maine.
But maybe I can somewhere else.
CHAPTERSEVENTEEN
Moore Software Worldwide released its annual earnings today. Under the leadership of new CEO Joshua Basset, the company announced a fifteen percent growth.
I think I’ll go buy a new handbag once my dividends check comes in.
The Hermes Kelly Rose Gold looks mighty fine.
—Moore You Want.
February
“Shit!” I exclaim.A large clatter happens when I drop the knife to the counter. Immediately, I reach for a paper towel to absorb the blood welling up at the end of my finger.
“This is why you’re not supposed to be the one chopping things,” Angie reminds me.
“Accidents happen.”
“You need to be more careful.”
