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Richard threw his suitcases in the trunk of his car and squealed down the road, away from the house he had shared with Olivia. The memory of the smug look on her face as she issued her ridiculous ultimatum infuriated him. How dare she? Speeding up as he hit a hairpin turn, he nearly collided with another car. Forcing himself to slow down, when he got to the bottom of the hill he pulled over, put his car in park, and took a moment to get his head straight. Who had put a camera in his bedroom? Although he was furious with Olivia, he knew she would never spy on him. No. If Olivia had suspected him of infidelity, she would have confronted him about it. And because she was so intuitive, she would have gleaned the answer before Richard opened his mouth to utter it.

Either that, he reasoned, or she knew that he had taken lovers over the years and had deliberately chosen to look the other way. Didn’t all spouses know when the other had strayed? Did it matter? Monogamous relationships, as far as Richard was concerned, were a bit of a joke. How could any man be expected to sleep with one woman for time immemorial?

Sandy didn’t hide the camera, of that Richard was certain. Sandy was a simple-minded, hardworking young woman who wanted to make a good life for herself. A good secretary to him. A passionate lover. They’d had fun together. He had told her he loved her, and had even promised to marry her. But he hadn’t meant it. Surely Sandy knew that. Anyway, he hadn’t heard from Sandy since he’d last seen her at the office. He’d been relieved. With Olivia’s birthday coming up it had been easier not to deal with her. But now that he’d seen that video, he worried.

Like all men in his position, Richard had enemies. He could think of ten lawyers who would do anything to get their hands on Rincon Sinclair’s biggest client – Countryside, Inc. – a medical malpractice insurance company that was responsible for eighty-five percent of his firm’s revenue. Countryside took pride in its conservative values. If Countryside’s CEO, Beth Musselwhite got wind of the video, Rincon Sinclair would be finished. Richard was smart enough to know how far he could fall. He needed damage control. He’d best put things in place before they got too bad. He took out his phone and hit number 1 on his speed dial. Wendy Betters answered on the first ring.

“Richard? I didn’t get a chance to speak to you at the party. It went beautifully, I thought—”

“Has anyone heard from Sandy?”

“No. And it’s not like her not to call if she was going to miss work,” Wendy said.

Where the hell is she? Richard had been busy all week and hadn’t given Sandy much thought. She was good like that, leaving him alone when he was off doing his own thing.

“Can I speak freely?” Wendy asked.

Richard’s heart skipped a beat at the serious tone of Wendy’s voice. What now?

“Andrew and I reckoned that you and Sandy had argued and stopped seeing each other, and that was the reason for Sandy skipping work.”

So they knew of the affair. The realization shocked Richard. Hadn’t he and Sandy been discreet?

“It was obvious from the way you two acted around each other. Neither Andrew nor I wanted to say anything. Do you think we should call the police?”

“No, but call Sandy’s mother and tell her what’s going on. Who knows, maybe Sandy is at her house.”

“Good idea,” Wendy said.

Richard wondered if Sandy had filmed them having sex after all. Had she disappeared so she could blackmail him? If so, she would have wanted money before she sent the video to Olivia. The only logical explanation was another firm, eager for the Countryside business and willing to do anything to get it, had set Richard up. If that were the case, it was only a matter of time before that video would find its way to Beth Musselwhite’s inbox, just as it had wound up in Olivia’s.

“Richard? What’s wrong?”

“Listen. We have a problem.” Richard spoke freely to Wendy. He had hired her while she was in college, and she had worked for his firm ever since. When she graduated from law school, she was promoted to managing attorney. Although she worked for both Richard and Andrew, he knew that Wendy was loyal to him. He trusted her implicitly. “Someone put a camera in my studio apartment and there’s a video of Sandy and me having sex. My wife received a copy of it today.”

“So that’s what was bothering Olivia. Is she okay? I’m so sorry, Richard. How awful for both of you. You don’t think Sandy—”

“No. She wouldn’t do that,” Richard said. “You know what the implication here is, right? If Beth sees this video, we’ll lose Countryside.” Richard exhaled, relieved to share this burden with someone else. “You’re a master at fixing things, Wendy. What should we do? I need you thinking outside of the box on this one.”

“Is Olivia okay?” Wendy asked.

“Olivia? Oh, she’s fine. It stung a little, but she’ll get over it.”

“We should contact Beth Musselwhite and do damage control at the outset, tell Beth about the video before she gets a copy of it. If someone shot that video of you and Sandy in order to get Countryside, they’ll make a move of some sort. We could always get an expert to say the video was photoshopped. A professional could digitally manufacture anything. That should be our position. I’ll line up experts to support it when I get off the phone with you.”

“Good idea.”

“I’ll call Beth when we hang up and set up a meeting for first thing tomorrow. And then I’ll make some phone calls. Leave it with me. No need for you to worry about this. You focus on Beth, and I’ll take care of everything else.”

“Thanks, Wendy. Can you please text me the time of the meeting?”

“Sure,” Wendy said. “Get some rest, Richard. Something tells me things are going to get worse before they get better.”