hours ago?
âJust a group of actors I hired to have drinks with us, and then leave straight afterward, my darling,â Robert says, and the realization starts to dawn on me.
âBut after dinner . . . when I was under the table, and you were . . .â Fucking most of the women , I want to say, but stop myself.
He strides over to a console in the corner, flicks some switches, and then I hear the words: âAre you sure I canât fuck her up the ass, Robert?â
I gaze up at him in shock.
âTaped this morning by actors. Auditioning for what might end up being one of the most racy movies my studio has ever produced. Then those few words were spliced together with all the other noises, the sighs of ecstasy, the moans of pain, everything. And all for your entertainment, all for you, for your enjoyment, and for your fantasy,â he says.
Before I can thank him with everything Iâve got, he changes the subject. âAndânow that our games are overâfor something more serious, much more serious,â he says, and my stomach turns to liquid with terror.
âRobert, I know I have to explain . . .â I start; then the door bursts open. One of Robertâs staff.
âMany apologies, Mr. Hartwell, but the lady on the telephone insists that she has to talk to you right now. A matter of life and death, she says,â and the room starts spinning.
Georgiana! Georgiana is on the line for Robert! It must be her! It must!
Chapter Eight
Robert, the Present
I take the call in my office, my adrenaline still pumping from the scene I just created for Miranda, and cursing the interruption, because I was finally about to interrogate her about exactly why she hid the truth from me.
But the moment I hear the voice on the phone, Iâm eminently glad that I took the call: Angel.
Then again, Murray is dead.
Georgiana is in the hospital.
So what the hell does Angel want now?
Money, of course, the greedy little bitch wants money. Lots of it. For twenty-three tapes she found in the safe when she went back to Le Château.
âWhat kinds of tapes, Angel? And why ask me if I want to have them?â I say.
âBecause each one of them has her name on them. Miranda Stone,â she says.
âIs that all they say, Angel?â
âEach one has a number, and the words âInterview with Georgiana Hartwell.âââ
âAnything else?â
âYes, and Iâll tell you, but first give me some idea of how much you gonna give me for them? A thousand each?â
I was about to offer her more, far, far more, but sheâs a blackmailer, so I wonât encourage her by upping the ante.
âYouâve got a deal, Angel, and Iâll give you the money when you bring them to me. But first tell me what else is written on each tape.â
âWell, in that case . . .â
I hold my breath.
âDates, each of them has a date on it.â
âGo get the tape marked one, Angel, tell me the date on it, and then, once youâve brought me the tapes, youâll get your twenty-Âthree thousand.â
Five minutes later, Angel comes back to the phone again, tells me the date written on the first tape, and at that moment the world well and truly ends for me.
Three weeks ago . Miranda first interviewed Georgiana three weeks ago. On the second day she was imprisoned in the mausoleum.
The day before her rescue.
Before Serendipity.
Before Le Salon des Fragrances.
Before Honolulu.
Before I met her parents.
Before all of that, Miranda knew that Georgiana was still alive.
I buzz security.
âPlease escort Miss Stone back to the limousine and tell the driver to take her to Hoboken at once.â
Chapter Nine
Miranda, the Present
I donât think Iâve ever cried as much in my life.
And I donât think Iâll ever recover from the shock that the moment Robert finished enacting the intricate fantasy he had
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