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“But I . . . we . . . Today is impossible. Besides, it’s not a good idea for us to be seen together.”
“You told me you’re already in the process of getting a divorce.”
“Yes, I am, but I haven’t said anything to the press yet. It would be crazy to meet. We are both very well-known.”
“I’ll have someone pick you up tomorrow for lunch, then.”
“That’s not why I texted you. I wasn’t planning on a date.”
“You met me two years ago, Zoe Turner, and you know perfectly well that being subtle isn’t my strong suit. If we’re going to clear things up from the past, it won’t be over text messages or even on a fucking phone call. Be ready by noon.”
“Do you intend to come to Boston later today?”
“Right now. I’m heading for the elevator. Noon on the dot. Don’t be late.”
After I hang up, I text Yuri to see if my plane is ready to take me to Boston. It must have gotten back from there just a few hours ago.
I also bring the folder Beau sent, and I plan to read the report on Mike Howard on the plane.
Beau has contacts who are able to find out even the best-kept secrets, but although my opinion of her ex-husband was the worst possible, I didn’t expect this.
It wasn’t only the betrayals but the orgies with students, regardless of gender. It seems that he and a group of professors participated in these little parties where they swung partners or everyone was doing it at the same time.
I can’t believe she ever got involved in this. So, the only conclusion which I can come to is that he cheated on her shamelessly, putting her health at risk.
Son of a bitch!
I’ve done a lot of crazy things when it comes to sexual satisfaction, but always with one partner at a time. And if there’s one thing, I would bet my entire fortune on, it’s the fact that Zoe didn’t fit into his lifestyle.
I push those thoughts away because just thinking about another man touching her gives me homicidal feelings, let alone imagining her going from one to another.
I turn the page to a paragraph about recurring aggression against ex-girlfriends.
How is it possible that he got away with such allegations on paper? At least half a dozen women claim to have been beaten by the bastard.
As I read on, my hatred grows. As if it wasn’t enough to hurt her, he stole her.
Zoe doesn’t know it yet, but all her investments are gone.
Apparently, he’s been stealing from her for months, but yesterday, there was a large transfer of what she had left, as well as the sale of her shares.
Right now, her checking account is insufficient to even pay for her mother’s medicine. Now, more than ever, she’ll need our contract to work.
I pick up my phone to solve the first issue: destroying the world as Mike Howard knows it. But that’s not even close to what I have planned for him. He will agonize through life until I end his existence.
Ten minutes and a phone call. That’s all it takes to make his universe crumble. Tomorrow, he will be dismissed from his post as an assistant professor because I demanded it.
As a former student and one of the university’s most generous patrons, all I had to do was play the card that my contribution might be suspended if my request wasn’t granted, and the bastard was out.
Welcome to the first day of your last days on this fucking planet, Mike.
I can’t wait to meet you in person.
“Two phone calls in the same day. That means you’ve read the report.”
“Yes, and I want you to appoint someone to take care of her. Watch her from afar just in case he tries to get close. I want men to secure her parents’ house while Zoe is in town.”
“It’s okay. I can arrange that by tomorrow morning. But what about him? Will you put an end to the matter?”
