Richard said, pulling a large bill from his wallet. “I’ll come by again in a few days, and if you have the information I need, I’ll pay you triple that.”
The vendor nodded his agreement and pocketed the bill. “How will I send you the pictures?”
“I’ll let you know the next time we meet,” Richard said. He would get a burner phone. . There were several tabloids that would love to get hold of the story. He could picture the headlines. Billionaire Playboy Shacks Up with Fat Secretary. He needed more than that, though. It was too much to hope that they’d be into something kinky enough to wreck the Callahn image. A smile played across his face as he strolled towards a waiting taxi. There were other benefits, too, he thought, that he would need to explore. He’d never been overly fond of large women, but there was something appealing about Grace Marcum and her generous curves, or perhaps it was just that she belonged to a man he hated. Maybe, he thought, sliding into the back seat of the cab, revenge didn’t always have to be cold. He gave the cabby his address and considered all the lusty possibilities she presented during the ride home.
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