I started to breathe again. “Half. That’s right, don’t look so surprised.” I gave him an account number.
He nodded and hung his head.
“You’ve still got a chance to do the right thing,” I said. “Don’t f*****g blow it.”
The drapes flew open. Drew stood there. When he found Mrs. Smith’s ex-husband slumped to the floor his tension eased, but he never once took his eyes off of him.
“Slave, is everything all right?” he slowly asked.
“Yes, master.”
“Good. Get up. We’re leaving.”
“Yes, master.”
Epilogue
I stood on the curb and waved a final good-bye to Chelsea and Mr. Ronson. The distant car turned left, vanished and I hiked up my long dress to ascend the steps back inside. The last few days had been hectic, a lot of details to manage, changes to organize, but now I hoped that, once thing
