"Miss Henson?" The butler's voice was cautious, curious.
I let out a bitter laugh. "Burton Chavez, tell my father I've changed my mind."
"Three months at most. I'll be divorced and home."
Burton couldn't hide his delight. "Wonderful, wonderful! Miss Henson has finally come around. Mr. Henson will be absolutely thrilled to hear this!"
Being the Henson family's eldest daughter was one thing, but I'd built my own life outside of that. I wrote articles, earned my own income.
Yet every few months, Warren would claim he was broke and take my bank card.
This time was no different.
There had been fifty thousand dollars in that account. Warren had blown through every last cent overnight.
I stared at the transaction alerts, watching the balance drop to zero.
Then I called the private investigator.
"Find out what Warren Gilbert has been doing lately."
Evan Parker came back with answers fast.
Warren had taken my money and started a fake company. A front to lure in young women.
"My company just launched—we're in the growth phase right now."
"Gladys, I can tell you're talented. Hardworking too. How about becoming my secretary?"