Mark laughed. “How generous you are
Mrs. Milner
, but it’s going to take much more than Daddy’s annual allowance to help my client retain his standard of living.”
Glaring across the table at Drake again, Dee Dee said, “Did you tell him all my business?”
“The bottom line is this,” Mark began. “My client gave up his career to move to LA and become your houseboy.”
“I never told him he couldn’t work.” Dee Dee declared.
“Oh really? Is that why you got him fired from the last two jobs he acquired since moving to LA?” Mark asked.
Dee Dee harrumphed. “That’s a lie. Drake didn’t like any of those jobs. He wanted to travel with me. I did him a favor by calling his employers. If anything, he should be thanking me, rather than trying to extort more money.” She stood up and extended her manicured index finger in Drake's direction. “You’re getting out of my house today. Do you hear me? Your freeloading days are over.” She turned and stormed out of her attorney’s office, jumped in her red Ferrari 575M Maranello and sped off. She had no time to waste. Dee Dee intended to put Drake out of her ten-million-dollar Bel Air mansion that day. She lived thirty minutes away from her lawyer’s office. Nonetheless, in less than twenty minutes, she was punching in the access code to her gated home. She parked her car in front of the house and ran inside.
Dee Dee stood in the foyer for a moment with her back against the door. She detested the stale white walls, the white marble floor and the circular staircase. It was all too calm and drab for her taste. She still didn’t understand why she had purchased this house. Maybe she had been on some kind of calm-and-drab kick the year she married Drake, but she was way over it now.
She went upstairs to Drake’s room and gathered a handful of his shoes and clothes. She opened his bedroom window and threw his stuff out onto the well-manicured lawn. On her third trip to the window, she saw her assistant coming up the walkway.
As Dee Dee threw Drake's underclothes on the lawn, Marcia waved some envelopes in the air, and without acknowledging the clothes on the lawn said, “I have your mail.”
“Just leave it on the table in the foyer. I’m busy right now.”
Marcia pulled one of the envelopes out of the stack and said, “This one is from your father.”
Dee Dee was tempted to continue with her work, but her daddy was a peculiar kind a man. You never knew when he might just add an extra check to one of his letters. And she could use some extra money right now. God only knew how much it was going to cost her to get rid of Drake, since he was telling everyone it was her fault he didn’t have a job.
She went downstairs and took the letter from Marcia, opened it, and as she read it, her world fell apart.
Daddy’s changing his will
? Was her father disinheriting her because of her four failed marriages? Could the old man
really give away her birthright just because
she didn’t measure up to his high standards? Dee Dee didn’t really know if this was bad news for her or not, but she knew one thing for
sure. There was no way that she could go to the Bahamas without Drake. Not when her share of six-hundred million dollars
was at stake.