10-26-2020, 05:27 PM
[Very late that same evening]
Gail Atwood sat in a tall-backed Italian leather lounger in her candle-lit living room.
Holding a glass sparkling with the finest brandy, she gazed across the fantastically
decorated room before taking a drink. Suddenly, the doorbell rang.
"Who the Hell could this be" she wondered aloud.
She waltzed carefully to her front door, not even asking who was there before throwing
it open. There, stood before her was Clive Rosemont, Vickie Meyer's chauffeur.
Gail squinted with disbelief. Clive, a well-spoken Englishman, broke the silence.
"Apologies for the hour mum, but Mrs. Meyer needs to see you, immediately" he said elegantly.
Atwood stood soaked in mild outrage and almost as much expensive liquor.
"Are you out of your mind? It's after midnight! I'm not going anywhere!" she shouted.
"Please, mum, we shan't keep the Lady waiting" he offered sincerely.
Atwood knew she didn't have a choice in this. A wrong decision now would not only mean
her career, but possibly her life. This was not a gamble she would take.
"Fine! But I'll need a moment to get dressed. Is that alright?" she asked.
"Yes mum, do what you must. But tick-tock!" he said as he turned to descend her marvelous
granite stairs.
After closing the door, she approached the staircase but stopped. Turning around to view the
extravagant beauty of her sprawling home, she spanned the entire panorama. Taking it all in
just in case this was her last time to do so.
Gail Atwood sat in a tall-backed Italian leather lounger in her candle-lit living room.
Holding a glass sparkling with the finest brandy, she gazed across the fantastically
decorated room before taking a drink. Suddenly, the doorbell rang.
"Who the Hell could this be" she wondered aloud.
She waltzed carefully to her front door, not even asking who was there before throwing
it open. There, stood before her was Clive Rosemont, Vickie Meyer's chauffeur.
Gail squinted with disbelief. Clive, a well-spoken Englishman, broke the silence.
"Apologies for the hour mum, but Mrs. Meyer needs to see you, immediately" he said elegantly.
Atwood stood soaked in mild outrage and almost as much expensive liquor.
"Are you out of your mind? It's after midnight! I'm not going anywhere!" she shouted.
"Please, mum, we shan't keep the Lady waiting" he offered sincerely.
Atwood knew she didn't have a choice in this. A wrong decision now would not only mean
her career, but possibly her life. This was not a gamble she would take.
"Fine! But I'll need a moment to get dressed. Is that alright?" she asked.
"Yes mum, do what you must. But tick-tock!" he said as he turned to descend her marvelous
granite stairs.
After closing the door, she approached the staircase but stopped. Turning around to view the
extravagant beauty of her sprawling home, she spanned the entire panorama. Taking it all in
just in case this was her last time to do so.
