Chapter Eleven
The day Gillian realized she was dressing to please Mike Bellamy—wearing a tight knit dress with nothing underneath but stockings—was the day her next instructions from the club appeared. She was rushing. A conference with Mike at eight, in court at 9:00, another conference about the Bellamy Ltd. lawsuit with the other attorneys at the firm at 2:00 pm, and then a cocktail party at 5:00—at Mike’s invitation, a gala event announcing new products and advertising that she couldn’t miss—so he told her. She wished she had some better news on their anti-trust action—his company was in a messier situation than she first imagined. It took hours of thinking just to get the players straight in this corporate soap opera. A day with him in her mind wasn’t a prospect she welcomed—especia
