It’s Wednesday morning in Corrie’s bedroom.
Corrie and Brett are asleep in her bed, still naked from last night’s steamy passion session.
The sunlight shone through her blinds. Sunlight hit Brett’s eyes, waking him up. Brett glanced at the clock on her bedside table, then glanced at Corrie sleeping by his side. He leaned over and kissed her cheek.
Corrie woke up and squinted her eyes to see who was by her side. “Good morning,” she said with a smile.
“I better get to the plant and work on something that resembles a report to hand into Dorian’s father tomorrow,” he said, giving her a quick kiss on her lips. He got out of bed.
“Are we still on for our flying lesson today?” Corrie asked.
“Can we make it at ten in the morning?” Brett replied, walking into her bathroom.
“Ten works for me,” she said, getting out of bed and walking into her bathroom.
Brett turned on her shower. Corrie walked up to him and kissed his lips, then stepped into the shower.
Later that morning, Corrie drove Brett back to her flight service, and then he got into his Fairmont.
Corrie went into her building. She had a student first thing in the morning.
Brett drove his Fairmont out of the parking lot, heading to the plant.
Later that morning at Alliance, Brett strutted through the office area with a huge smile.
Brett walked into the break room and, got a quick cup of coffee, walked past Howard’s office.
Howard spotted him and got up from his desk.
Brett walked into his office.
Brett walked over and sat down at his desk. He sipped his coffee, scanning over the financial papers scattered all over the top of the desk.
Howard entered his office. “Where have you been? I haven’t seen you all week,” Howard asked.
“Ah,” Brett hesitated while pondering an excuse. “I’ve been working on the report in my hotel room,” Brett lied.
“Very good. Sidney would be proud of you,” Howard replied, smirking. “Holler if you need anything,” Howard added, then left the office with a smirk.
Brett typed on his laptop and began to create his report. “Hopefully, he’ll fire me,” Brett said, typing in different fake numbers.
Brett worked on the report for ten minutes.
Brett’s cell phone rang. He looked in the viewfinder and cringed at the caller. “Good morning, Sidney,” Brett answered.
“Is my report finished?” Sidney asked from the cell phone.
“Almost, sir,” Brett replied, typing in different bogus numbers with a smirk.
“I want that report on my desk first thing Friday morning! Understand? Or you might not be looking at a job come Monday,” Sidney said from Brett’s cell phone with a stern voice.
“Yes, sir,” Brett replied. “Have a nice pissed-off day,” Brett whispered, disconnecting the call and turning off his cell phone. Brett returned to his report.
Thirty minutes later, in Howard’s office, he started to pack away his personal belongings from his office for his upcoming retirement.
Howard glanced at his doorway just in time as Brett walked past. He rushed over to his desk, grabbed his cell phone, and called Sidney.
Sidney set down his coffee cup on his desk and picked up his ringing cell phone.
“What now, Howard?” he answered.
“Brett left the plant again. Probably heading for another flying lesson. Do you want me to follow him?” Howard asked from Sidney’s cell phone.
“No. That’s not necessary. And I’ll have your final check in the mail come Monday after I terminate his butt,” Sidney replied.
“Were my pictures okay?” Howard asked from the cell phone.
“They were perfect,” Sidney said. “But I’ll be in touch if I need anything else,” Sidney added and disconnected his call. Sidney thought for a few seconds. He made another phone call.
“Where are you, darling?” Sidney asked into his cell phone.
“I’m on Interstate sixty-five, about ten miles south of Indianapolis,” Dorian replied from his cell phone.
“Okay, baby. I’m disappointed in Brett, and I cannot continue to pay him for his incompetence,” Sidney said.
There was silence from his cell phone. The call was disconnected.
“Perfect. Her blood is boiling over, Brett!” He smirked.
Inside Dorian’s car, she threw her cell phone onto the floorboard of the passenger side. She gripped her steering wheel. Her knuckles are white.
Dorian’s LTD drove down Interstate 65 toward Columbus, gritting her teeth.
Brett entered Corrie’s building.
Corrie chatted with Britney behind the counter.
Brett walked up to the counter. Britney handed him the clipboard and keys for the Warrior.
Brett smiled at Corrie, then walked to the door.
Corrie smiled, watching Brett leave the building.
Britney noticed and smiled.
Corrie walked away from the counter and went into her office.
At the flight line, Brett walked over to the engine compartment, opened the engine cowling, and checked the oil.
“Is she ready?” Corrie said, walking up behind Brett.
Brett looked at Corrie. “She looks beautiful. And the plane’s also ready,” he said.
“Well, let’s go flying,” she said, smiling.
Corrie and Brett got inside the Warrior, and he cranked it up.
Brett taxied the Warrior away down the flight- line.
Five minutes later, Brett’s Warrior took off on runway 32.
Minutes later, above Columbus, Brett flew the Warrior over Interstate 65.
Down below on Interstate 65, in the southbound traffic driving into Columbus, was Dorian’s LTD.
Dorian’s eyes bulged, driving down the Interstate.
Brett’s Warrior was visible banking and headed south to the practice area from her door window.
Later, high in the sky south of Columbus,
Brett performed a power-off stall in the Warrior. Brett performed slow flight in the Warrior. “Head back to the airport,” Corrie said. “I want you to do some touch and go’s.”
Brett banked the Warrior and flew back to the Columbus airport.
Back at the Residence Inn, Dorian pulled her LTD into the parking lot.
She parked in the nearest available spot, got out, yanked her suitcase out of the trunk, wheeled her suitcase behind her, rushing into the hotel.
Dorian rushed down the hallway, got to Room 406, and knocked on the door; nobody answered.
She rushed down the hallway and found a maid’s cart by an opened room door.
The maid was inside, and Dorian noticed her master key hanging on the cart. Dorian peeked into the room and observed that the maid was making the bed and watching TV in the room. Dorian discreetly lifted the master key from the cart and dropped it into her purse.
She rushed down the hallway.
Dorian wheeled her suitcase back to her LTD outside the Residence Inn and put it in the passenger seat. She got inside, cranked it up, and drove out of the parking lot.
At the Alliance plant parking lot, Dorian parked her LTD. She got out of the car and rushed over to the administration building.
Inside the Alliance administration building, Dorian walked through the office area, scanning the room for any signs of Brett.
She approached Betty’s desk.
Betty glanced up from her typing on the computer. “May I help you?” she asked.
“My name is Dorian Woods. I’m looking for my husband, Brett. My father, Sidney Harris, sent Brett down here to work on a financial report,” she replied.
“We haven’t seen much of Mister Woods all week. He came in this morning for a little while and then left. I don’t know where he could be located,” Betty told Dorian.
Dorian gritted her teeth. She took a couple of deep breaths.
“I can take you to his office if you like,” Betty offered.
Meanwhile, Brett parked his Fairmont with Corrie inside the Residence Inn parking lot. Brett got out and opened the door for Corrie. They walked to the hotel’s front entrance.
Brett and Corrie entered his hotel room. He went over to the closet, removed his suitcase, and threw it on the bed. He opened the dresser, removed all his clothes, and stuffed them into his suitcase.
He left the room with his suitcase and Corrie.
Back at Alliance, Betty and Dorian walked inside Brett’s office. Dorian noticed Brett was not inside.
“You’re welcome to look around,” Betty said. She left the office and closed the door behind her.
Dorian walked over to the desk.
She glanced at the financial papers scattered on the top. Dorian moved some financial documents around.
“What the hell?” she cursed, noticing a classified section of the newspaper with a few jobs circled. She ripped the newspaper into pieces, tossing them on the floor.
She got curious and opened up the drawer of the desk. She removed a piece of paper and noticed it was a pencil sketch of Corrie.
“Why does she look so familiar?” Corrie said. She ripped it up and let the pieces rain down to the floor, then noticed a pamphlet for Corrie’s Flying Service. She looked it over and saw a picture of Corrie. It was the same as the sketch she just ripped up. Dorian shoved the pamphlet inside her purse.
She stormed out of the office and slammed the door shut.
In Howard’s office, he watched Dorian storm past his office, fuming. He walked out of his office to Betty’s desk.
“Who was that pissed-off woman?” he asked.
“She said she was Brett’s wife. She’s looking for him,” replied Betty.
Howard turned around and walked into his office with a smirk.
Brett’s hotel phone rang on the bedside table inside his hotel room. The ringing stopped, and the message light blinked a few seconds later.
“What shall we do the rest of the afternoon?” Brett asked, driving his Fairmont out of the parking lot of the Residence Inn and driving down the street.
“How about some horseback riding?” she offered.
“I would love that,” Brett instantly replied.
In Brett’s hotel room, the door opened twenty minutes later, and Dorian entered and shoved the master key she stole from the maid’s cart into her purse. She glanced around the room.
Dorian walked over to the bed and saw the blinking light on the phone. She got curious and dropped her purse on the bed. She retrieved the message from the phone, picked up the receiver, and listened.
“Brett, this is Manfred from Sky King Aviation. I tried calling your cell phone, but it’s not available. Tony and I are prepared to offer you a position with our company, starting with a salary of seventy-five thousand dollars. We would like you to start in two weeks. Please call me back if you find this offer acceptable. Thank you,” Manfred’s message stated.
Dorian slammed the receiver down. “That bastard,” she yelled. She sat down on the bed, waited with her arms crossed, staring at the room door. Her eyes lit up. An evil thought occurred to her.
Meanwhile, Corrie and Brett rode horses on a trail in some woods east of Columbus.
“Have you decided how you’re going to ask Dorian for a divorce?” Corrie asked.
“Not yet. That will be the most difficult thing to say to her,” he said.
“More difficult than I do?” she replied with a snicker.
“Excellent point,” he replied.
“Are you leaving tomorrow?”
“No. I’m going to come up with an excuse and head up there first thing Sunday morning.”
“Won’t what’s her name get suspicious and maybe drive down here to check up on you?” she asked.
“Nah. She hates to drive a car that far by herself,” he replied.
“Good. I’m looking forward to spending a few more days with you, and I can’t wait until this is all over and we can move on with our lives,” she said, followed by a loving smile.
“Me too!”
They rode their horses down the trail.
Dorian sat in Brett’s hotel room on the bed. Arms crossed, and eyes are bulging. She punched in a phone number on her cell phone. “Answer, damn it!” she yelled. Her face turned beet red. The blood vessels were visible in her temple. She punched in another phone number on her cell phone.
Sidney sat at his desk. Agnes stood by his side with a folder of papers.
“We can meet tomorrow night at our usual location. Olive will be playing bridge with her friends. I’ll meet you at seven, and we can discuss Carl’s promotion,” Sidney told her.
She glanced at his office doorway, making sure the coast was clear. She gave him a quick kiss on his lips. “I’ll be ready to receive your commands,” she replied in a sexy voice.
Sidney drooled as she watched her leave his office.
His cell phone rang, and he looked at the viewfinder. “Hey baby, are you down at Columbus?” he answered Dorian’s call.
“Yes, Daddy and I cannot locate Brett. I went to the Alliance plant, and the woman there told me that he hadn’t spent much time there. Then I found a pencil sketch of a woman inside the office he was using. A woman looked familiar, but I can’t remember where I’d seen her before. Then, I found a message in his hotel room from someone at Sky King Aviation offering him a job. The bastard!” she yelled from his cell phone.
Sidney did a little victory dance in his chair. He got serious. “Now that pisses me off! I don’t have a choice but to fire him,” he faked a yell out into his cell phone.
“I know, daddy,” Dorian replied.
“Where are you now?”
“I’m in his hotel room,” she replied.
“Good. I’m going to call Morgan, my attorney, and he’ll tell us what we should do so you can nail him in divorce court and leave him penniless. After all, you have some pictures as evidence,” he instructed.
“Okay, daddy. I can’t believe he would do this to me. After all I’ve done for him. And after I talked you into giving him a dream job,” she yelled from his cell phone.
“Stay there in his hotel room, as he’s bound to show up. Hopefully, I’ll get in touch with Morgan before that,” Sidney instructed.
“Yes, daddy. I want to nail his ass in court!” she replied. “Big time!”
“You will, baby,” he replied.
“Oh, there’s something else I want you to do for me,” she said.
“What’s that?”
“I want Bruce Cooper terminated effective immediately,” she demanded.
“Consider it done,” Sidney replied. He disconnected their call and made another one.
“Bruno, Sidney here. Listen, the time is right, and it’s room four, oh, six at the Residence Inn. No pictures are needed,” Sidney said into his cell phone.
“What time?” Bruno replied.
Sidney started to reply but stopped. A sudden chest pain. It went away. “As soon as possible,” Sidney said.
“Consider it done,” Bruno replied.
Sidney disconnected that phone call and did another victory dance in his chair.
Corrie and Brett held hands while hiking along the People’s Trail along the Driftwood River. They walked off the path and made their way to the edge of the river. They gazed out at the river, then hugged and kissed each other.
They walked back to the trail.
They walked off down the trail and came upon some benches that provided a view of the Driftwood River. They sat on a bench and enjoyed the scenery of the river. Corrie rested her head on Brett’s shoulder. He placed an arm around her shoulder.
“Can you help me find a place to live?” Brett asked.
Corrie thought for a few seconds. “Stay at my place,” she answered.
Brett smiled, being the happiest man in the world.
Back at Brett’s hotel room, Dorian sat on the bed. Her eyes drifted closed. She dozed off within minutes.