Page 23 of Scoring Chance
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David hurried to his car, took out his cell phone, and dialed the last number on his recent history list. “Hey, it’s me. I just delivered the photos to her. She’s very pleased.”
“I bet she is,” Ian Ferguson huffed, “did she say anything about selling them?”
“Not yet but she didn’t indicate if she would. She paid fifty thousand for them so if she does sell them, she’ll easily get a million.”
“Fuck!” Ian groaned. “All right. Thank you, David. Your work is appreciated.”
“Anytime, Mr. Ferguson. You’ve done a lot for me and my family and I’m happy to return the favor. Let me know if you need anything else.” He hung up.
Ian sat back in his leather chair and tried to figure out another game plan. Once Rebecca heard of Dean’s reconciliation with Sydney, she was going to go forward in selling the photos to the highest bidder. It didn’t matter if Dean sued every website that posted them; once it was on the internet, it was there forever.
“If I were a jealous and bitter woman who wanted to get even with my ex and his new girlfriend, what would I do?” Ian’s British voice said aloud to no one.
“You would publish the photos,” Ian’s assistant, Dominique, appeared at the doorway.She was a young beauty with light-colored wavy hair, matching light brown eyes, and a smooth almond skin complexion. Despite the sexual tension between the pair, they never consummated the relationship.
“Besides that,” he shook his head, “I need more.”
Dominique studied Ian’s office calendar and thought about the time. “I would release the photos when everyone would be talking about everything but what they’re known for.” She turned back to Ian and pointed at the calendar.
“I would release them during her art show and his preseason opener,” he replied, “which happens to be during the same week.”
“When’s the new season ofReal Housewives?” Dominique asked. “I’m sure that’s coming up soon.”
Ian shook his head, “You know I don’t follow any of that bullshit.”
“Here, I’ll pull it up,” Dominique walked over to Ian and bent over beside him. He leaned back in his chair, took a lingering glance at her apple-shaped rear, and smiled.
“I like how you did your hair,” he complimented.
Dominique slowly smiled and shook her head. Ian knew exactly what to say that wouldn’t cross the lines of sexual harassment. She only wished he would take a more romantic interest in her instead of toeing the line. “Thank you. Here, I got it.” She scrolled down theBravonetwork site and clicked on Rebecca’s show. “Well, well, well…lookahere.”
Ian sat up in his chair and smiled at the coincidence from God. Rebecca’s new season premiere was also the same week of Sydney’s show. “She’s either dumber than we thought or smarter than we’d anticipated.”
“I feel it’s a little bit of both.” Dominique stood up. “What’s your game plan?”
“The game plan is tell Dean so he can tell Sydney. He’ll have no choice and this is something I do not want to break to her,” Ian replied, “and then once that’s done, we need to get ahead of this so it won’t become breaking news.” He paused and thought of one of his friends. “And I know just the person to handle this.”
