Misty's kitten heels clicked on the tile of the hard, cold floor of her neighbor's construction office. "He must be doing well for himself," she surmised. She had expected a trailer somewhere with lots of men with hard hats and dirt everywhere. This place was professional, slick and well-maintained.
A polite receptionist was sitting at a desk typing at a computer. She smiled, and said, "You must be Dr. Fairley. My boss has been expecting you." She stood and walked over to the large door at the end of the room and opened it, ushering Misty into Phil's office.
Phil was on the phone and gestured he would be a minute with one finger. The receptionist withdrew and Misty set her large bag down on the chair next to her. She stepped to the wall of the office and started looking at some pictures of some of Phil's projects. She recognized her own neighborhood. Apparently, Phil had built just about every home in the sub-division. To his credit, they weren't McMansions or cookie cutter boxes. They had character and were unique, yet cohesive. She loved her neighborhood, it had charm.
Unfortunately, it also had Katie, which is why she was here. She smoothed her skirt before sitting down. Misty never dressed overtly sexy, she was too professional for that. However, she liked nice things and liked having the money available to her to indulge in luxurious tastes. "Work hard and reap the rewards," that was her motto.
Phil finally finished his call and smiled at Misty. "Hey neighbor, what brings you by? I was surprised when you called, is there a problem with the house?"
Misty smirked. "I wish that was our problem, Phil. I'm going to get straight to the point. I'm a busy, focused woman. I leave nothing to chance. I sized up your wife the second I met her and she was ripe for an affair. She spends too much time at home with her head in the clouds. Women like that, they spread their legs faster than they can open the first bunch of flowers."
Phil gaped at her. "Excuse me?" he sputtered.
Misty opened her large bag and removed a file and smacked it on Phil's desk. Some pictures fell out. Phil grabbed one of them. His jaw hit the floor when he recognized his wife. She was outdoors, naked, and pressed against a tree while "Just Mike" was drilling her from behind. "What the ..."
"They're fucking, Phil." Misty bluntly stated the obvious. "It's all there. Hotels, hiking trails, picnics by the lake. They even fucked in a canoe, which had to be a tricky picture to get, let me tell you." Misty examined her nails briefly. She waited for Phil to process, she knew what was coming next.
"That fucking bitch!" Phil's face turned red and he slammed his fist down on the picture as if he could punish the copulating pair that way. "I'll divorce her so fast her head will spin. She'll see what life is like without me to pay the bills."
Misty looked up at him patiently, as if he were a simpleton. "How long have you been married, Phil?"
Phil thought a moment. "Twelve years." They had married young, but Phil had found the right one and didn't figure there was a reason to wait. Katie looked good, she cooked like a dream and she showed no signs of letting herself go. She was an asset. At least she had been until today.
Misty blew on her nail, taking her time. "So, Phil, we live in a community property state. Were you this successful 12 years ago and smart enough to get a prenup?"
Phil's eyes grew wide. "Oh fuck, oh my god." He stood, then sat, then stood, then sat again. "But she's the one who cheated. She can't just take ..."
"Half," Misty finished for him. "We also live a no-fault divorce state. They won't care if Misty has been fucking an entire football team. She's been your wife longer than ten years. You make significantly more than she does. Not only does she get half of your assets, she gets alimony. You'll be writing her a check for a long, long time."
"That shallow, stupid, fucking cow." Phil kept uttering expletives. He looked over at Misty. "You're a doctor, you don't need Mike. What are you going to do?"
Misty snorted. "Absolutely nothing." She stood and leaned over the desk. "My father-in-law is Matthew Fairly."
Phil gaped. "The Matthew Fairly? The billionaire?"