“How many hours a week do you work here?”
“I don’t know Who counts them? I get here around ten and
leave after dark. I’m lucky I can afford to work here full-time.
Phelps has plenty o f money.”
“I admire you for this, Lee,” Adam said slowly. “I often
wondered what you did with your time.”
“I had a job once. Phelps found me a job with one o f his
friends’ companies. Big salary, nice office. I left after a year. I
married money, Adam, so I’m not supposed to work. Phelps’
mother was shocked that I wanted to work.”
“What do rich women do all day?”
“The servants have to be directed and organized. There’s
always shopping to do. There are lunches, tea parties, dinners. It’s
a hard life.”
“So why did you give up this hard life and move out?”
“I was not a very good rich woman, Adam. I hated it. It was
fun for a very short time, but I didn’t fit in. Also, Phelps’ office is
filled with beautiful women with short skirts and long legs who
sit behind nice desks and talk on the phone and wait for him to
call them. He has a small bedroom next to a conference room.
The man’s an animal.”
“But you stay married to him?”
“I still make appearances. It’s important for Phelps to have a
wife who can show herself at social events. His family hate me,
but they’re the reason we stay married. A divorce would be
unthinkable.”
Adam laughed and shook his head. “This is crazy.”
“Yes, but it works. I’m happy. H e ’s happy.”
“I saw Sam again today, Lee.” Lee sank into her seat, and
placed her feet on the desk. “I’m his lawyer.”
“He signed the agreement?”
“Yes, he prepared one himself, four pages.”