CHAPTER EIGHT
Trickery Trumps Wealth
At dawn, soon after Vance drifted into deep slumber, Nastassia awakened Sable and laid out clothes for her mistress. T.J., the epitome of work ethic, kissed his wife flush on the mouth lustily and rushed toward the door, on his way to inspect the first of his dozen or so construction sites that day. “You’re trying to kill me!” he exclaimed to Sable. Nevertheless, he smiled.
“I’m worth it,” Sable smiled back.
After T.J. left, Sable phoned Maxfield Wickersham to drive her up for a trip to New York. Despite the short notice, he arrived at Sable’s mansion in less than thirty minutes. She took extra care with her makeup, deliberately making Maxfield wait longer than necessary before making her grand entrance into the parlor. She wore her trademark scarle
