Chapter Eighteen
As the weeks passed, Elena shared her growing feelings for Franklin Harrison with her Mistress. Both Master and Mistress were satisfied with her progress. Victor, of course, in spite of glowing reports from Frank Harris remained cautious; he said he had planted the seed but would it bear fruit?
“We must proceed slowly to let Franklin develop his own modus operandi and allow Elena to fully succumb to him before the marriage,” he advised Frank.
At five PM one cold December day, Elena was still seated at her desk. She’d kicked off her stiletto heels and put them in a carry bag. She pulled on calf-high boots, put on her coat and knit cap, and wrapped herself in a long red scarf. She waved goodbye to Franklin and left the building.
It was a windless evening under a dark sk
