October 2, 2015 – Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight, Chapter Nine, Chapter Ten, Chapter Eleven, Chapter Twelve, Chapter Thirteen, Chapter Fourteen, Chapter Fifteen, Chapter Sixteen, Chapter Seventeen, Chapter Eighteen, Chapter Nineteen, Chapter Twenty,Chapter Twenty-One, Twenty-Two,Twenty-Three, Twenty-Four, Twenty-Five, Twenty-Six,Twenty-Seven, Twenty-Eight, Twenty-Nine, Chapter Thirty, Chapter Thirty-One, Chapter Thirty-Two, Chapter Thirty-Three
On Monday morning, Martha Chadwick resigned from the Board of Directors explaining she wanted to take a lesser role in the charity now that the gala was over because she was going to pursue a business opportunity she couldn’t let pass. She would however, continue her good work to open the DIH Museum sometime the following year. Martha bought the Philadelphia Weekly, kept the staff intact, promoted Bill Hower to managing editor, and then had a frank talk with her husband about the money she paid back. She convinced him she wanted to reform and the paper would better occupy her time when he was busy with his work.
Elyse Walton decided to divorce her husband, get a job to support her family, and not worry what her mother threatened. That meant her girls would have to get jobs too and she knew that would be good for their spoiled selfish souls. Since she had been journalism major in college, Martha hired her to work at the paper. To her surprise, Martha had asked Jenny to stay on, but she declined, explaining now that everything was out in the open about Carrie Grant, there was no longer a reason to continue. She suggested that Elyse take over the column, since she was familiar with the DIH.
Andrew and Jenny sat on the sofa while she explained the events to him, since she had just hung up after a long conversation with Martha Chadwick. “She almost seemed gracious,” Jenny added. “I’m not sure how to deal with that.”
Andrew smiled. “You’ve taken on Goliath and won,” he said. “And look at this wonderful picture in the newspaper.”
Jenny smiled. It was the two of them dancing with a caption below that read “DIH turned upside down by undercover journalist.” It was the best thing she ever saw.
“You surprised me Saturday night,” Andrew said with a smile. “I knew you were a smart person, Jenny, that much was obvious, but I didn’t know you had chutzpah!”
She laughed. “Only when pushed.”
He nodded. “I’ll have to make note of that.”
“Why’s that?” she asked.
“I don’t want to push you and unleash that beast on me,” he said with a large grin. “On second thought, maybe that’s not such a bad idea.”
“You are bad,” she said.
“Oh, honey, you’ve barely scratched the surface.” He leaned in and kissed her and it was the kind of kiss that stirred passion, and promised much more in the future.
When the phone rang, she looked at Andrew. “I’m sure that’s my mother,” she said. “She’s seen the picture in the paper and wants details.”
Andrew kissed her and smiled, and it was wonderful. “I thought she was in Paris.”
“She is, but somehow she knows. She always knows.”
“Make sure you tell her I’m sorry you couldn’t go with her, but I’m glad you didn’t.”
She smiled and walked toward the phone. “She’ll want to know who you are, and if you’re coming to brunch soon and if you’re coming to the wedding event of the year.”
Andrew smiled. “You better tell her yes then. Tell her I’m you’re plus one and that’s a title I don’t plan to give up any time soon.”