Cheers team tiny peppers it’s that time again. This is a chapter from a book I am writing. This chapter introduces you to the character Gre. I hope you enjoy.
Gre (pronounced gray)
Gre bounds from his black Mercedes towards the hotel. Room key in hand he looks like any other hotel guest, possibly late for a meeting? Save for his dashing good looks and million dollar smile, he is perfectly inconspicuous.
Today he turns down his pearly gleam and avoids eye contact as he swiftly makes his way to Lu’s hotel room to retrieve the camera before maid service arrives. His timing always impeccable, he passes the maid’s service cart in the hallway as he exits with the recording equipment. This is Gre’s favorite part. Now with all the pieces in place he can contact Max’s wife for the agreed upon monetary reward. She will be most pleased with the results, and he’ll likely get to handle the divorce on top of everything else. Pleased with himself, from his car phone he makes the call. The phone rings and a woman answers, “Good afternoon, Stillwell residence?” “Mrs. Stillwell please, this is Gre calling”. “One moment please”, the pleasant voice responds. Mrs. Stillwell’s harsh tone was immediately recognizable, “Gre! I trust you have interrupted my massage with good news?” “Why of course”, Gre purrs. “Good”, she says disdainfully, “then you’ll send the courier?” “He’s already on his way”, Gre coos. “Fine”, she snorts, “I’ll transfer the funds to your account as soon as he arrives”. Gre’s voice suddenly turns authoritative, “I trust you will Mrs. Stillwell, it’s been a pleasure doing business with you”. “You’d do well to remember my number when it comes time to commence divorce proceedings”. “I am aware of your reputation Gre, and I will keep you in mind”, she snaps.
Mrs. Stillwell hangs up the telephone with mixed emotions. Although her plan has worked perfectly, and her fortune is safe, her heart is still broken over her beloved Maximillion. With his clear violation of the pre-nup, he won’t stand a chance in court, but somehow this is little consolation. She wonders if she will be able to actually watch the recording, and fears that however painful she will not be able to tear herself away from the horrifying images of her husband fucking another woman. Elizabeth Stillwell regrets her association with a man like Gre, but knows full well his kind is necessary in her world, perhaps in all worlds?
Satisfied with the morning’s trappings, Gre puts his key into the ignition and speeds towards home. It’s still early he thinks, a quick change and a meeting at the office, then on to more pleasurable activities. He wonders what color panties Lucy is wearing today, if any, under her latest designer suit and matching Prada pumps, and smiles wickedly. His daydreaming ends abruptly as he reaches his penthouse, the awaiting valet takes the Mercedes to its usual parking spot, as Gre exits and heads for the door. The doorman says “sir Gre, nice to see you home early”. “Hello Jordan”, Gre responds in kind. “You have a visitor sir Gre”, Jordan says. “I wasn’t expecting anyone” Gre retorts.
“It is your favorite house guest sir Gre”. Jordan quips in a rare moment of humor. “Great! Gre blurts out begrudgingly, you let him in then?” “As you instructed sir Gre”. “I wish that bloodsucking leach would fall off the face of the earth”, Gre protests.
“Jordan, you don’t happen to know any hit men do you?” Gre utters half mockingly. “No sir Gre”, Jordan says with laughing eyes. “Fine!, I guess I better see what he wants”, Gre grumbles gruffly. “Thank you Jordan”. “You’re welcome sir Gre”. Jordan smiles a knowing smile. Gre heads up to his apartment to confront his least favorite sibling.
Gre enters the penthouse to find his brother Slo sprawled on his leather couch, a beer in one hand and the remote control to the big screen TV in the other. “Oh, hey Gre, you’re home early, the doorman let me in”, Slo oozes. “You’re half baked”, Gre says sternly. “Ummm only a quarter baked bro”. Dude!, there wasn’t much food in the house so I used your credit card to order some pizza and beer”. Gre doing his best to contain his ire says, “You know I don’t eat that disgusting unhealthy crap”. “It’s all good dude, more for me then”, Slo beams. Slo eyes his brother with a concerned look on his face and says, “Dude, you really need to take it easy, you could have a heart attack or something”. Gre resisting the urge to knock Slo out with a left hook says, “We’ll talk later, I have a meeting”. “I trust your stay here will be limited to the week’s end!” “Sure sure bro, no problem, just missed hanging out with ya is all”. “Fine” Gre snaps, and heads to the bedroom to change for his appointment.