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    Arianna
Sinatra lifted her shades on top of her thick, blonde hair and stared at the
handsome man in the photograph.   Her
investigator, Ed Anderson, sat on the side of the lounge chair next to her
chair as the pool man cleaned out her pool.   Ed had more photos in his hand, tons more, but Arianna was still stuck
on the first one.   He was being paid by
the hour, so he didn’t complain.   He
allowed her to take all the time she wanted.
    “And
who is this person exactly?” she asked him.
    “Quincy
Franklin.”
    “She
was married to him?”
    “For
several years, yes.   Her parents
disapproved of the marriage, they thought she was marrying beneath herself, but
she went ahead with it anyway.”
    Arianna
looked at Ed.   “Why would he be beneath
her?   I thought you said he was an
attorney, no?”
    “Not
when they first got married, he wasn’t.   He was an unemployed single father with two little girls who was looking
for a meal ticket, by all accounts.   Mrs.
Sinatra---”
    “Don’t
you dare call her that!” Arianna snapped bitterly.   “I’m Mrs. Sinatra.   The first, the last, and the only.   She’s a wannabe.   She’s a pretender.   She’ll be nothing more than his temporary
fling when I’m done with her!   I have my
own money now.   Richard died, left me a
handsome settlement.   I can do things
now.   I can get rid of her, and regain my
rightful place.”  
    “Yes,
ma’am,” Ed said quickly.   “What I meant
to say is that Jenay was working at a
the Pick and Pay---”
    “The
Pick and what?   What on earth is that?”
    “A
grocery store.   She was a cashier.”
    Arianna
shook her head.   “A cashier.   This is the woman Charles replaces me
with.   A cashier.   Honestly!”
    “She
went on to graduate from some hospitality institute in Boston,” Ed pointed out,
“which is how she met your husband.   She
was a part of the crew that catered Donald’s wedding.”
    “A
wedding I wasn’t invited to,” Arianna said bitterly.   “That was Charles’s doing also.   He turned all four of my sons against
me.   And Donald’s marriage didn’t last a
year.   What father would allow his
eighteen year old son to marry anyway?   An irresponsible one, that’s what kind!   But I digress.   So this Quincy
married a meal ticket.”
    “Yes,”
Ed said with a nod.   “And she was a good
one too.   She worked, took care of his
girls, and paid all the bills while he went to school.    As soon as he was about to get his degree,
he divorced her and married a different kind of meal ticket.”
    Arianna
looked at him.   “Different?   How different?   You mean white?”
    “No,
she’s black.   But unlike Jenay, she was a
well-established corporate attorney at the time.   She could help him go places.”
    “So
he married a corporate attorney?”
    “Yes.”
    “And
you still feel he can be bought?”
    “Oh,
yes.   Everything has changed for the
little come-upper.   He’s still practicing
law, but he tried to steal from his bosses and was kicked out on his rear.   He’s still practicing law, but he’s not real
good at it and it’s barely paying the bills.   His wife divorced him after his thievery and kicked him out of the big
house.   He’s renting some three-bedroom
cookie cutter, but it’s not the same.   He
can be bought alright. He can be bought with no money down.”
    Arianna
smiled her bright white smile.   “My kind
of guy,” she said.  

 

 
 
    CHAPTER THREE

 
    Jenay
stepped out of the master bedroom’s en-suite shower and grabbed a towel off the
towel rack.   She stared at the
floor-length mirror facing her as she dried her wet body.   Sometimes she could look at herself and
understand easily why Charles was so attracted to her.   But other times, like right now, she was
mystified.   She viewed herself as nice
looking and she had a nice body even after Bonita’s birth, but where was the
wow factor?   And it had to be one.   Charles