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“Perfect”
By A. Cerdeira
Victoria Connors was basically a housewife. She made sure the mansion was perfectly in order. She made sure the cook had always exquisite breakfast, lunch, afternoon tea and dinner ready. She made sure the maids left no spot of the mansion unclean. She made sure the gardener kept the gardens in pristine condition.
After she was done with her obligations she went to her tea parties, spa dates and tennis lessons. Yes, Victoria Connors was a housewife, a high society housewife just as her mother had raised her to be. She had been one for the last ten years of her life, since she married Paul Connors, the bright young lawyer who had worked at the law firm that handled her parents’ estate when they died suddenly in a car accident and she and her sister inherited the whole fortune.
He was just an intern then, but he had helped her so much in a hard time in her life. She had been barely out of college and her sister had been starting high school at the time. She had no idea how to handle everything but he had helped her, directed her, and she had fallen in love with him.
Nowadays Paul Connors had his own law firm, which he opened with his best friend Robert Smith. Of course Victoria had helped them monetarily, and had introduced them to the best of society where they met their best clients. If she hadn’t he would still be a nobody, whereas now his was one of the most sought after out law firms in town.
Victoria loved her husband and her life. She wouldn’t change a thing. Not even her little secret. Especially not her little secret.
On a sunny Thursday afternoon after Victoria came home from her tennis lessons, Gertrude, the housekeeper had a message for her. Paul had asked her to meet him at the office and had specified the office would be empty when she arrived. Victoria smiled. Paul was prone to these little escapades. Asking her to meet him somewhere one would think mundane and in the end taking her for a romantic night out doing something they’ve never done before.
She promptly swept to her room and, at the sound of her favorite music, readied herself to what she was sure would be an unforgettable night. Dressed in a new black silk dress Paul had never seen her on before she waltzed out of the house and entered the car where the driver was holding the door open.
When she arrived at the office building where Connor’s & Smith’s was located she gave the driver the night off. She was sure she wouldn’t need him. She never did, Paul thought of everything. She entered the building with a brief nod to the reception area and walked to the elevators. She was impatient as she waited for the elevator to open its doors on the firm’s floor. Once it did she thought nothing of the complete darkness she was in, Paul had said he would be the only one there.
Knowing the place like the back of her hand she didn’t bother with the light and just walked towards Paul’s office. As she approached the corridor in which his office was located she frowned at seeing no light in it. She almost turned around when she noticed some light coming from another office and smiled again. She walked decidedly towards it and opened the door. Her eyes widened in shock at what she saw inside, she couldn’t think straight. “How could they?” was her only thought.
He was hers, he had no right to touch another woman. She had no right to touch her man. Without realizing Victoria had the gun Paul had her carrying in her bag for safety in her hand and shot the oblivious couple. They didn’t even have a chance to notice her. She walked to their fallen bodies and looked disgusted at their state of undress. She kicked the woman away from the man’s body. He was hers and she wouldn’t let another woman touch him not even in death. She laid herself on top of him and pressed the trigger. A single shot later she was lying peacefully dead. You could even say she was smiling.
“No thank you,” he said tapping to the drink on his table. “I’m all set. I’m sure my wife is just running late.”
At that moment his cell phone rang and with an apologizing nod to the waiter the man answered his phone. At the other side of the line an unknown voice spoke:
“Paul Connors.”
“Yes.”
“This is detective Bennet from the Boston Police Department, if you could please come to your law firm we would appreciate it.”
“What is this about detective? I am waiting for my wife and do not want to leave without her, you see I have been trying her cell phone to no avail. I’m sure she will be here soon and then I can go.”
“I’m sorry Mr. Connors, I did not want to do this over the phone but this is about your wife. Well- see-I am very sorry to tell you this but she was found dead in your office together with Robert Smith and your sister in law Elizabeth Bradley.”
“What?” Paul asked in shock. “No you must be mistaken, I- What would Victoria and Elizabeth be doing there? No you have the wrong people!” Paul almost begged.
“I’m sorry Mr. Connors. The ids match. We really need you here to answer questions and identify the victims.
“Yes, sure,” Paul said as he hastily stood throwing a few bills on the table. “But I am sure you are mistaken. I will arrive there and it won’t be them,” he finished firmly and there was a sigh at the other end. “See you soon detective.”
With that Paul left the restaurant clearly distressed. He walked quickly to his car and fumbled for the keys. Once inside with the doors and windows closed every witness missed the little smirk on his face.
Paul Connors was the perfect lawyer. He was patient and he knew when to act. He waited ten years to act but he had a plan all along, right from the first time he laid eyes on the Bradley estate files, which specified the unstable mind of their elder daughter. He saw how needy and possessive she was and everything followed hinged on that. He was the perfect husband for ten years. For ten years he catered to her wishes and patiently withstood her many public scandals and violent outbursts, rejoicing inwardly each time she reinforced her unstable image.
He turned a blind eye to his wife’s affair with his “best friend.” He laughed. He had chosen Robert specifically. Robert could never resist charming women and the Bradley sisters would be irresistible to him. A beautiful married woman was always a challenge and Elizabeth was just too young and beautiful to pass. Paul made sure to include Robert in many family functions.
It was just a matter of time and planning. And of course, no loose ends. Poor Gertrude, such a pity. She was one gorgeous woman. Ah well, Victoria would be blamed for that too. It was a well known fact that Victoria hated the housekeeper, but this time Paul had put his foot down. Victoria could not keep changing housekeepers every week and for the last year Victoria had complained about that horrible woman, who she was sure had been making passes at her husband, to everyone she encountered. The fact that the woman was killed strangled in the back garden with one of Victoria’s pantyhose while Victoria was still in the house was the perfect touch.
Paul Connors hummed as he drove towards his office; he was finally one of the richest men in town.
Please tell me what you think but be gentle. This is my first attempt.
