Chapter 9 - Calling the Mother-In-Law
Without breaking eye contact with my disgraced husband, I tapped my intercom speaker and placed a direct call to Chicago.
“Connect me immediately with Eleanor Montalvo, priority executive line,” I instructed the administrative pool outside.
Within three rings, a sharp, aristocratic voice filled the quiet office: “Victoria? Is everything alright with the headquarters transition?”
“Everything is operating perfectly, Eleanor. But I wanted to ask you a quick question regarding your upcoming seventieth birthday gift.”
“Oh, darling, don't worry about extravagant gifts; having you back in New York is present enough,” Eleanor replied warmly.
“Did Alexander ever deliver that limited-edition white ceramic watch I asked him to purchase for you in Chicago a month ago?” I asked clearly.
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A heavy, ice-cold silence fell over the phone line before Eleanor spoke, her voice turning hard as flint.
“No, Victoria. Alexander told me the jeweler delayed the shipment and it wouldn't arrive in time for my celebration.”
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