She didn’t answer.
“I’ve got a buyer for this place and will give Rupert ten per cent. For that he’s selling me the Coach House. He has to fiddle the books with his accountant, so he doesn’t look like he’s avoiding purchase tax. I can’t wait; lots of improvements to keep me busy.”
“What? That place is worth half a million!”
“You’re right, and it has six bedrooms. My Volvo will look a bit out of place there, so Rupert’s also letting me have his old BMW.”
“You bastard!”
“What did I do? You’ve just got over thanking me for all I’ve done for you. What’s changed? You’re getting the lifestyle you love, and double the salary.”
She went quiet. I continued.
“And my boss Terence? Who had such fun up your arse? He’s married.”
“No problem; most of the guys this weekend were. It’s not my fault if they don’t get what they need at home.”
“But I had this. I guess I won’t need it any more.”
I handed her a key.
“It’s the key to your front door. I slipped in while you were helping with my promotion, and took photos. Careless, leaving your bedroom door open.”
“Why did you do that?”
“After Terence reneged on our deal, I blackmailed him. It seems my rival fucked up a job last week. And, as he’s still in his probationary period, they’re letting him go. I start on Monday!”
Leave a Reply