Corrie and Brett ate a nice dinner at the Casa Del Sol restaurant an hour later.
Meanwhile, back at Brett’s hotel room, Dorian was sound asleep on the bed.
A knock on the room door.
Dorian stirred on the bed.
The knock was harder and louder.
Dorian woke up, got out of bed, and rushed over to the door.
She quickly opened the door. “Where the hell have you been?” she said.
Standing in the hallway was a young, attractive woman.
The woman saw Dorian and glanced at the room number on the door. “I was supposed to meet Brett Woods here. Something about a threesome,” she said with a loving smile while gazing at Dorian. “I guess it’s with you,” she said, running the tip of her tongue around her lips. “I also love sex with women!”
Fire shot out of Dorian’s eyes. “A threesome! Go to hell!” Dorian screamed at the young woman and slammed the door.
Dorian stormed back over to her purse on the bed. She reached inside and removed her cell phone, called Brett, but there was no answer. “Where the hell are you? You better call me back! I want to know why some of you women came asking for you in your hotel room!” “She wanted a threesome!” Dorian screamed into her cell phone, trying to hear her message.
Dorian disconnected the call and threw her cell phone on the bed.
She paced around the room, furious. Her eyes widened. Dorian rushed back to the bed and opened up her purse. She removed Corrie’s pamphlet and read it over, grabbed her purse, and stormed to the door.
A little while later, Dorian raced her LTD down the streets of Columbus, weaving around the slower cars. She had Corrie’s pamphlet pressed against the steering wheel.
Bruce worked at his computer in his office back at Harris Enterprises.
His office door slammed open, and Carl entered with a cardboard box in hand.
Bruce glanced up from his computer. “Hi, Carl,” he said.
“Mister Cooper. I regret to inform you that we no longer need your services,” Carl said, then walked over and dropped the box on Carl’s desk.
A Harris Enterprises security guard appeared in the doorway.
“You have twenty minutes to pack up your personal belongings,” Carl said with a smirk. “Then security will escort you down to Human Resources, where you can get the remaining of your pay along with the standard two weeks severance,” Carl added. He turned around and left the office with a spring in his step.
The security guard waited, watching as Bruce gathered his personal belongings and dropped them into the box.
Twenty minutes later, in Corrie’s Flying Service building, Britney worked behind the counter and was closing up shop.
Dorian slammed the front door open and stormed into the lobby.
Britney jumped, startled.
Dorian glared around the area.
“May I help you?” Britney asked, watching
Dorian stormed over to Corrie’s office, peeked inside, then stormed over to the briefing room and peeked inside.
Where the hell is he!” Dorian snapped back and left, confident Brett wasn’t in the building, as she did not see his car in the parking lot.
“Are you looking for someone in particular?” Britney asked.
“Leave me alone,” Dorian yelled back and walked out the door, slamming it behind her.
“Did someone escape from the looney bin?” Britney said, staring at the door. She shrugged it off and returned to closing up shop.
Thirty minutes passed, and Corrie and Brett finished their dinner at the Casa Del Sol restaurant.
The waitress brought the check and laid it on the table by Brett.
“I’ll be back in a few minutes,” the waitress said and walked away.
Brett reached for the check and removed his wallet. But Corrie was quicker and snatched it from his fingertips.
“I’ll get this since you’ll need to save your money,” she said, then opened her purse and removed her credit card.
Brett smiled, putting his wallet back into his pants pocket. “Thank you, my dear,” he said.
Corrie responded by blowing him a kiss.
Back at the Residence Inn, Dorian entered Brett’s hotel room, tossing her purse on the floor.
Dorian paced around Brett’s room, arms crossed, fuming.
Dorian walked by his closet and peeked inside, and it was empty. Then, he rushed over to the dresser and opened the top drawer, but it was empty. He opened the second drawer, and it was empty. He opened the third drawer, and it was empty. Dorian slammed all the drawers closed.
Dorian rushed over to the bed, removed her cell phone, and made a call.
Sidney sat in his LazBoy chair in his den and sipped on a glass of scotch. His cell phone rang, and he looked at the viewfinder. “Hello, darling,” he answered with a smile.
“I am so pissed. I can’t find Brett anywhere. I was in his hotel room, and some young woman came knocking on Brett’s hotel room door, looking for him. For sex! For a threesome!” Dorian yelled from Sidney’s cell phone.
A colossal smirk grew on Sidney’s face. He took another sip of scotch. “Hang in there, baby, as you’ll be divorcing him in due time. I’m expecting Morgan to return my call on how to handle this situation,” Sidney said. “I’ll tell him about that young woman.”
“I will, but I can’t believe that bastard is doing this to me,” she yelled from his cell phone.
“I know. I better go. Go have yourself a relaxing dinner and keep me informed,” he said and disconnected his call.
Sidney got up from his LazBoy chair and did a little dance over to his bar, freshened up his scotch, and did a dorky dance back to his chair.
Later that night, at the Texas Roadhouse restaurant, Dorian ate a nice Fort Worth 12-ounce ribeye steak dinner. She had her cell phone on her table, waiting for Brett’s return call.
Lit candles created a romantic atmosphere in Corrie’s living room.
Corrie walked over to her bookcase and put a CD in the player. She played the song “You Are So Beautiful,” sung by Joe Cocker.
Corrie walked over to Brett.
They gazed into each other’s eyes.
He pulled her body up against his, and they slow-danced
“Have I told you that I love you?” Corrie said while gazing into his eyes.
“I believe it was eighty-seven years ago,” he replied. A light kiss on her lips.
The light kiss turned into a romantic, passionate kiss.
Dorian drove her LTD down Washington Street, searching for Brett’s Fairmont. She did not find his car.
Dorian turned down 5th Street and drove down it, searching for Brett’s Fairmont. She did not find his car.
For the past hour, Dorian drove up and down the Columbus streets searching Brett’s Fairmont and came up empty-handed.
An hour later, at Corrie’s Flying Service, Dorian pulled her car into the parking lot. The only vehicle was Corrie’s Jeep.
She parked her car and got out.
She walked to Corrie’s building. It was dark inside, and she peeked through the front door window, seeing that nobody was there.
She walked back to her car, got inside, and drove away.
An hour later, Dorian entered Brett’s hotel room at the Residence Inn.
“Brett. Are you here?” she called out, then rushed over and peeked inside the bathroom. It was empty, and she got pissed.
“Where the hell can he be?” Dorian said, pacing around the room. She paced and paced, almost wearing a path in the carpet, and stopped. Her eyes widened, and she snapped her fingers.
She ran over to the dresser by the bed and opened a drawer. She removed a Columbus phone book and opened it to the white pages. “Corrie Matherson,” she said, searching the “M” pages of the phone book. “Crap, she’s unlisted,” she yelled and threw the phone book on the floor.
Her cell phone rang from her purse. She removed it in a hurry, glancing at the viewfinder, and got disappointed. “Hello, Daddy,” she answered.
“Did you find him yet?” he asked.
“No, and I don’t think he’s coming back to his hotel room.”
“Okay. Listen, Morgan called me and suggested that if you can get him on video being romantic with that woman in the email pictures, that will make it easier for him to make Brett penniless in divorce court,” he said from her cell phone.
Dorian looked inside her purse. “I’ll have to get a camera first thing in the morning,” she replied.
“Locate a nearby Wal-Mart. They’re normally open all night,” he said.
“I will,” she answered.
“I’ll call you later tomorrow for an update,” he replied and disconnected their call.
Dorian grabbed her purse and stormed out of the room.
Inside Corrie’s bedroom, Brett and Corrie are in bed making steamy, passionate love.
Outside in Columbus, Dorian continued her search of Brett’s Fairmont for hours.
It’s 1:30 a.m., and Brett and Corrie are asleep naked in her bed.
Meanwhile, Dorian entered Wal-Mart, and there were very few customers in the store.
Dorian walked over to the electronic area and checked out the various digital cameras for sale.
She decided on a camera and headed to the only open check-out counter.
Later that night, at 3:30 a.m., Dorian fell asleep on top of Brett’s hotel room bed. The instruction book for her new camera was still in her hand.