Among all his new "hires," Gladys Fox stood out. Stunning face, curves in all the right places, a smile that lit up the room.
She'd become Warren's latest prey.
"I'd love to! Thank you so much for believing in me, Mr. Gilbert. I promise I'll work hard!"
Gladys thought she'd landed a wealthy businessman. She was practically throwing herself at him.
Two weeks later, I called Warren.
To discuss the divorce date.
Gladys answered his phone instead. Her voice dripped with syrupy sweetness.
"Oh, Mrs. Gilbert? Mr. Gilbert had a bit too much to drink. I'm just helping him back to the hotel to rest. Maybe call back when he's sobered up?"
My heart lurched.
Why was a woman answering his phone?
"Who is this?" I demanded. "Are you one of Warren's secretaries?"
"That's right."
Her voice was languid, utterly unbothered.
"Mr. Gilbert saw my potential right away. Picked me out of all the other girls."
"It's truly an honor to serve him."
My voice turned cold. I cut her off.
"Let me give you some advice. Warren Gilbert is bad news. Quit that job and get out while you can."
Gladys just laughed.
"Lady, what kind of wife goes around badmouthing her own husband like this?"