Chapter NineVikki sat on the edge of the massive platform bed and stared at the spoils of victory. Dan’s notebook. This brown leather-covered pad was the coveted prize – a prize won by more foul means than fair.
Now she had to execute the denouement. Vikki was supposed to take not only the notebook but also Dan’s clothes and cellphone, leaving him with just a towel and a tiny bathrobe in a furnished model penthouse where the telephone was just another phony prop. The ‘last laugh,’ as her cast mates viewed it. Roderick would deliver Dan’s suit tomorrow morning. And what man would be stupid enough to vent anger on a chauffeur built like King Kong!
That was the plan. A plan Vikki thought bordered on insanity and she had said so. This afternoon, her TV family had spent hours contradi
