At 3:10 we called Gem Works. I was put through to Brian Fitzgerald’s office. “Hello…” It was a very unsure greeting.
“Mr. Patterson, this is Dale Tomlinson along with Mia Perez.” I made it sound pretty snobby.
“I am not sure what is happening here, Mr. Tomlinson.” He sounded a bit scared. Brain must have shaken him up a bit.
“I assume that Mr. Fitzgerald explained the position you’re in?” I wanted to keep the pressure on.
“I have been informed, but I don’t understand. I don’t even know you, Mr. Tomlinson.” This guy must be a complete idiot.
“You should, I bought you a boat a week ago.” Let’s see if that jogs his memory.
“That was you. I thought the bitch that stole it paid for the new one.” He wasn’t very good at connecting the dots. Pompous ass was a very good description of him. Time to see how much of his foot he can fit into his mouth. Mia was fuming.
“Mr. Patterson, I am going to turn this over to my fiancé, and if you call her bitch one more time I will make it my mission to ruin your life.” God! I wish I was in the room. There was complete silence on the other side.
“Mr. Patterson, do you now have a better understanding about what is going on?” Mia’s face was quite serious as she brought him to reality.
“Yes.” Only one word. He was beginning to understand where he stood.
“I understand that you are married, and that it is your father’s boat that you use for your water bang parties?” Mia was keeping the pressure on, making sure he knew that we knew everything. She needed this retribution. There was silence on the other end. “Is that information correct, Mr. Patterson?” She wasn’t going to make it easy on him.
“Yes. Look things got a bit out—” Mia wasn’t interested in what he thought.
“I am sure you don’t want your family to become aware of your parties.” She continued in a terse tone. “Those parties and anything that even smells like them are over. We just spent five million to get this far. Imagine what we could do if we made it our life’s work to ruin you.” Mia was getting into it. There was more silence for his side. “Do we have an understanding, Mr. Patterson?”
“Yes.” He was back to one word answers.
“To make the ramifications fully clear: you lose your job, and your family finds out why. I accept a prostitution charge, and you fight attempted gang rape and kidnapping charges. Your perverted friends go down the tubes with you. I can be quite convincing when I’m sober Mr. Patterson.” I liked mean-Mia—as long as her ire isn’t directed at me.
“I understand.” He graduated to two words. He sounded like he wanted this to end.
“You lied to the police and forced my future husband to buy your dad a new boat.” She was smiling a bit now. “I would think you would feel really guilty about that. I think an act of contrition would ease your soul a bit. Maybe a donation in the amount of $33,781 to the East Side Clinic in the care of Dr. Williams would make you feel a bit better. Did you get that, Mr. Patterson.”
“$33,781, East Side Clinic, Dr. Williams” He didn’t sound too happy about it.
“If you do decide to make the donation by the end of the week, I know I would feel better about your soul.” Mia threw in a timeline on her own. She was a smart girl. I smiled at her forethought. I decided to jump back in.
“Mr. Fitzgerald and I will be discussing your status on a regular basis. I really hope you’re not one of those deadweight employees. I have a lot invested in Gem Works and I wouldn’t want it hindered by anyone I have taken a special interest in.” I tried to make it sound a bit menacing. I was just trying to throw a bone to Brian. I didn’t want him stuck with a useless asshole.
“I understand. You won’t have to talk with me again.” He sounded contrite. I know it was due to fear, but it was nice to hear it all the same. Mia ended the call.
“You have a nice day, Mr. Patterson.” I hit the disconnect. Mia jumped into my arms. “A week ago I was powerless against that jerk. Today he was cowering at our feet. I felt like I was punching him in the face for every girl he has done that to.” She smothered me with kisses. “We’re like superheroes. We need to buy capes or something.” She started bouncing around twirling in circles. Her happiness was worth way more than five million.
“We have one more call to make Mia.” I smiled as the final stage of our plans was about to unfold. “You have to be quiet for this one.” I dialed Monica number.
“Monica, It’s Dale Tomlinson.” I tried to sound like my pre-Mia self.
“Hello, Mr. Tomlinson.” She didn’t sound like her normal confident and efficient self.
“Ms. Perez is not on the street and is off heroin. I trust your husband hasn’t left you.” I was having a hard time trying to sound stern. Mia was smiling.
“No sir, I’m sorry about that. I was just a—” I interrupted.
“I have a rather large business deal to complete in Las Vegas in two days. It involves a significant portion of my assets. I want a private charter. There is a possibility of extra passengers.” I had to get Mia on the plane without her knowing.
“Meeting time.” Efficient Monica was back.
“3 pm.” I pulled the time out of my ass.
“Hotel preference.” I told her to choose one on the main strip.
“I will send the itinerary to your email as usual, Sir.” She was about to hang up.
“Monica, I am going to need you there.” I couldn’t imagine her saying no.
“Yes, Sir. I will meet you there.” She dropped the line.
Now all I had to do was find someone to marry Mia and me at 3 pm. I really should have taken care of that first, but what the hell, it’s Vegas.
Two hours later I had a full itinerary on my phone. Limo service to and from the airports and a suite of rooms at the Bellagio. I called up the Bellagio and they had no problem setting up the wedding. Turns out they have chapels on site. It’s Vegas, baby! Mia and I called Dr. Williams and talked him into joining us for the weekend. Once he heard that Monica was coming, still unaware of the situation, he was on board wholeheartedly.
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