The Other Other Woman
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Having friends all over the country also has its benefits. Especially one clear Friday morning in Miami, the late September sun already burning hot over the entire city. A lovely dark-haired woman in Gucci sunglasses drives up Collins Avenue, parking her car in front of a beautiful condominium building. She enters the building and presses the button for the 15th floor. When the doors open, she carefully exits the elevator, taking a peek in both directions to make sure no one else is around. She calmly walks down the long winding corridor to number 1513. On the floor, she gently places a large manila envelope with “Sandra Wynne” written in small letters across the front in black magic marker. The inside contains a crisp paperback of The Other Other Woman, an autographed copy that a friend had mailed to her earlier in the week, when it was practically hot off the presses. She gives the doorbell a light tap, immediately turning on her heel and disappearing quickly back down the hall. She hears the faint sound of a door opening behind her as she jumps back onto the elevator for the slow ride back down 15 floors. She exits off the elevator into the lobby and makes her way out of the building with a satisfied smile. Once safely back in her car, she sends a quick text.
It’s done. Think she got it.
She did? Did you see her?!
I heard the door open so it must have been her. He’s at work, right? I’m heading down to Katya’s now to deliver the other one.
Thank you so much, Liza, you have no idea how much this means to me.
It was my pleasure, Mal.
Anger Resolved.
Table of Contents
Preface
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty