Devereaux smiles ruefully as he reads over the documents Sherrigan had his man send over. He muffles a laugh as he folds them neatly and places them inside his drawer. One thing, he did have to give Sherrigan credit for he was considerate. The process server had delivered them to his home at six am sharp and not to the office. He assumed he wanted to keep this all a private matter as much as he did. He was glad for that it made it a lot easier to do what he was going to do to her.
It was going to take some planning on his part but he was more than sure he could accomplish the task and achieve the results he wanted. He had Cassandra exactly where he wanted her. Secure in the false knowledge that she had gotten away with her lie. The proof of that was contained in the copy of the paternity test Rego Sherrigan had enclosed with the restraining order he'd sent. He thought with a laugh. It was time to make his next move.
He pulls the copy of the paternity tests he had run and as he'd thought all a long they matched. He was the definitive father of the child she carried and soon she'd know it too. That one little fact was going to make him not only richer but would make him and "Cambius" a true power to be reckoned with. That was once he got what he needed from Cassandra. What he had on her was enough to force her to get him everything he wanted including Cassandra herself and their son when it was all done. She'd have no choice because in the end Sherrigan won't want her and she'll have nowhere else to go. He thought laughing aloud.
He looks across the top of his large chestnut desk to the blinking envelope in the corner of the monitor and opens it. Good! He thought. His friends at "Calisco" had completed the transaction and they were ready to proceed. Fantastic! He was ready to be done with the entire business. Lately he'd lost his desire for the dubious side of his businesses.
For some time now he'd had a feeling of foreboding he couldn't shake. If anything as time went on it had only increased and only seemed to have gotten worse since meeting that Montgomery woman at the theater. That's why he'd seen his lawyer and gotten his affairs in order. Especially now with his son on the way. He needed to secure his legacy if anything did happen. Who was he kidding it was bound to happen at sometime. The business he'd been in for so long didn't have a retirement plan and most never made it that far. He was doing what any man in his position would do taking precautions. That's why this was his last illegal transaction. Once he finished with "Calisco" he was done with all his nefarious businesses.
Unbeknownst to anyone over the past few months he'd quietly sold off all of his overseas businesses. Making quite a hefty profit in the processes. Three quarters he'd set up into a trust fund for his son the the rest he'd placed into high yield account. The interest would pay for the maintenance, executors fees and custodial salary which Cassandra would be more than satisfied with. She'd also be their sons legal proxy until he came of age. In the past she'd shown to have a good business head on her shoulders. The brothel she'd run for him had been the most profitable. She'd handle all his business matters as well. It was a job he was sure she would be more than capable at in fact, he was positive she'd excel.
But, enough morbidity he had other things to concentrate on right now. He needed to contact Cassandra before the end of the day but there was no way he could do that personally and he couldn't send Maurice either anyone who knew him new Maurice. No, what he needed was someone that wouldn't raise suspicion. He thought for a moment sitting back in his desk chair his fingers tee-peed beneath his chin as he went through the list of his employee's finally landing on young Joe. He'd be perfect. He worked in the hospital he'd have access to her without raising suspicion from anyone. Besides he and Cassandra had a history so he'd be easy to explain to that doddering husband of hers should they be caught. He may also be able to see her doctor's appointment schedule in which case he could handle contacting her himself. He leans forward reaching for his phone and searching through his contacts till he comes to Joe's number and presses it strumming his fingers on the desktop as the tone drones in his ear. He waits another moment for the the greeting to end on the voice mail.
"Joseph I would like you to contact me as soon as you get this message. Thank you." He finishes then clicks the the dial and place the phone back down on the table top then reaches for the photograph hidden inside his desk door.
"It won't be long now my pet. You're going to wish you had accepted my kindness when it was offered." He says with a smile then a laugh as he pictured the expression on her face when he told her the truth about their child.
Maurice smiles to himself as he slips back down the hall. It would seem the Monsieur was making his move. That meant he would have to start making his plans of his own. It was time for them both to pay. The moment was so close he could almost taste it. He was practically choking on anticipation it was becoming harder for him to be patient but be patient he must. The moment to finally close the curtain was almost upon him when Devereaux would take his final bow. There would be no encore for that player. When he finally got his revenge there would be no encore for either of them the stage would be black no light escaping the curtains drawn.
Cassandra, Rego and Joe
Devereaux and Joe
Cassandra and Rego
* Copyright Takeitish Pine Valley Chronicles 2019
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