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a date. She hung up on him. But she knew he would call back. He
was hooked. And at that point, Kimberly knew she could get whatever
she wanted. And what she wanted was his money.
    Within a month Kimberly was standing at the
altar with him. Her conditions had been met: a two-carat,
princess-cut diamond ring and no prenup. And she would be the
perfect little wife. She would do whatever he asked. Ride him all
night, every night, if that's what it took.
    And so she waited...for the
perfect moment to eliminate him. And maybe she wouldn't have to do
anything. With his high blood pressure and diabetes, Big Bill could
have dropped dead at any moment. It was a miracle he had lived so
long. A little too long.
    Kimberly was well aware that her husband was
having sex with every waitress he hired for the club. He had
promised her he would cut it out when they got married. But she
knew better. And she didn't really care. According to her source,
he always used protection. And it meant less bedroom
responsibilities for her.
    It made her smile to realize
that his disgusting way of vetting the women for employment was the very thing that
led to his death. If he hadn't screwed the Cinaway girl, he would
have still been alive. The massive piece of crap got exactly what
he deserved.
    Now Kimberly would be the Chief Executive
Officer of a multimillion dollar enterprise. If Smotherburn
Technologies were a public corporation, Harvey might have been able
to convince the board of directors to crown him CEO. But it was a
private company, formerly owned by one man: William
Smotherburn.
    And now it would be all hers.
     
     

CHAPTER 18 - Tuesday, 11:55 a.m.
     
    Gabby watched Rebecca devour the first bite
of her Whataburger. "I've never known another woman who could eat
the way you do—and stay thin." He took a bite of his chicken
sandwich.
    "But can't you see that I've cut back? I
used to order these babies with double meat."
    "Oh, that's right." He laughed. "And didn't
you eat a triple burger one time?"
    "Yeah. But it made me sick. And it was your
fault."
    " My fault?"
    "Yeah. You bet me ten bucks I couldn't eat
one."
    Gabby laughed. "That's right. But you paid
me back."
    "I did?"
    "Yeah. You got sick as a dog, and on the way
home you threw up in my car."
    "Oh, yeah." She laughed. "And you wanted
your ten dollars back. You said it didn't count if I couldn't keep
it down."
    "Those were fun times."
    "Yeah."
    The man sitting in the booth behind Gabby
finished his meal and walked out.
    Rebecca got up and grabbed the newspaper the
man had left on his table. She sat back down and began thumbing
through it.
    "What are you looking for? Surely you don't
think—"
    "—no, no. I want to check out the business
section. Maybe there's something in here about his company. Some
new product. Whatever."
    Gabby loved to watch Rebecca working a
problem. How many times had he seen her feverishly sketch out a
plan to defeat a rival basketball team? Her studies were put on the
back burner. Movies became unimportant. The only thing she could
think about was how to overcome her enemy. And she nearly always
succeeded.
    He looked over the top of her newspaper.
"Grasping at straws?"
    "Yeah, I guess. Oh—maybe I should try this."
She showed him an advertisement.
    "You could ."
    "I was kidding."
    "No. You could definitely pull it off—if you
could handle the nudity."
    "Maybe if I could work one shift—that might
be enough. Girls talk. But what if Joey recognized me last
night?"
    "He didn't act like he knew who you were.
Besides, I can give you a drastically different look. We'll need to
go shopping for clothes again. But first—put down the paper and eat
your lunch."
    "Now I'm too nervous to eat."
    Gabby recognized the look on her face.
Determination. She had always loved pushing herself to the max.
"Take a few deep breaths and relax."
    Rebecca followed his advice.
    He leaned in, so as not to be heard by the
mother and children walking by. "Now eat. You're going to need