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He had considered for weeks how to get rid of that old witch. He could not stand her anymore, could no longer put up with her fads, even the unpleasant high-pitched sound of her voice had become unbearable. Besides, she would never decide to leave willingly. Ellison had spent most of his life chasing the almighty dollar and he wasn’t ready for a divorce that would cost him a fortune, he was an affluent businessman but had no money to burn and no time to waste in a court battle either.
Twenty eight years had gone by since he had married Dulcie, he was really young at the time, hardly nineteen. He worked for a car maker in Detroit and Dulcie was a waitress at the restaurant around the corner. She was not particularly attractive, and at the beginning he had not even noticed her, but against all odds, after six months of dating they eventually got married. He wasn’t in love with her but Dulcie had inherited from a relative precisely six months before the wedding. Not much - five thousand dollars- but enough for him to start his own business. He was a talented and painstaking employee, worked fifteen hours a day but the company didn’t pay much for his skills, didn’t pay what he truly deserved.
Dulcie had no ambition and no peculiar talent, the way she dressed, the way she spoke were so pathetic. Now that he had made a considerable fortune Dulcie was an albatross around his neck, fame and a son were all what he yearned for. Violette had been an eye-opener, the elegant bright young woman, interested in business would perfectly match with him. He saw in her an attractive woman, an ideal mother for his future son and an acute business partner on his way to fame. He was determined not to let Dulcie stand on the way he had already mapped out.
He had to do it fast. How long would Violette still wait? He had met her in California at some friends’ beach house, it had been love at first sight. Violette was born in France and had moved to Los Angeles at the age of 18 and she still had that very cute little French accent. She had always wanted to become an actress but had ended up marrying Jack who forced her to give up her dreams of career, which he considered, were pie in the sky. He was a businessman not an entertainer. She had been married for three years until the sudden unexpected death of her husband.
Ellison had not proposed her yet, he couldn’t as long as Dulcie was there. He had decided to stop seeing Violette for a while, he had to be cautious. He had thought it over for weeks, exploring detective novels, scientific reviews or news archives until he found the obvious answer. He was a wizard at electronics and computing, he had patented a revolutionary in-car technology called Sync platform for electronic braking systems and sold it to the auto industry. He would program a brake failure on Dulcie’s car at the precise time he needed and reset it immediately afterwards as if the failure had never occurred.
He possessed a luxury Ski-in Ski-out chalet in Aspen, and Dulcie was supposed to drive there for a week stay. That very morning, Dulcie was ready to set off for a three hours drive to Aspen. It was 7 o’clock. Ellison was smiling inwardly, but pretended to be worried. “I’ll drive carefully”, she shrieked through the window while starting the engine.
A few minutes later, Ellison entered his study, switched on his computer and got down to work. From his screen, logged on to Dulcie’s car GPS, he could follow her route step by step. He knew she would choose to turn on Castle Creek road for a scenic driving across the mountain, she always did. At 9: 15 he pressed “Enter” on his keyboard.
At 9: 40 the telephone rang. A police officer told him that his wife had been in a car crash but that she was safe, slightly injured, she had been taken to Aspen’s hospital and she would soon return home. Unfortunately, the other driver had died in the collision but he could not provide further details on the circumstances of the accident for the time being. As Ellison seemed unable to utter a single word, the police officer added, “You should stop worrying Mr Liddle, as I told you, your wife is okay, she has not been hurt”, he insisted.
When Ellison received the evening paper, the headline said:
“VIOLETTE WARNER, YOUNG FRENCH WIDOW OF FAMOUS BUSINESSMAN, JACK WARNER, KILLED TODAY IN CAR CRASH NEAR ASPEN. ”
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Twenty eight years had gone by since he had married Dulcie, he was really young at the time, hardly nineteen. He worked for a car maker in Detroit and Dulcie was a waitress at the restaurant around the corner. She was not particularly attractive, and at the beginning he had not even noticed her, but against all odds, after six months of dating they eventually got married. He wasn’t in love with her but Dulcie had inherited from a relative precisely six months before the wedding. Not much - five thousand dollars- but enough for him to start his own business. He was a talented and painstaking employee, worked fifteen hours a day but the company didn’t pay much for his skills, didn’t pay what he truly deserved.
Dulcie had no ambition and no peculiar talent, the way she dressed, the way she spoke were so pathetic. Now that he had made a considerable fortune Dulcie was an albatross around his neck, fame and a son were all what he yearned for. Violette had been an eye-opener, the elegant bright young woman, interested in business would perfectly match with him. He saw in her an attractive woman, an ideal mother for his future son and an acute business partner on his way to fame. He was determined not to let Dulcie stand on the way he had already mapped out.
He had to do it fast. How long would Violette still wait? He had met her in California at some friends’ beach house, it had been love at first sight. Violette was born in France and had moved to Los Angeles at the age of 18 and she still had that very cute little French accent. She had always wanted to become an actress but had ended up marrying Jack who forced her to give up her dreams of career, which he considered, were pie in the sky. He was a businessman not an entertainer. She had been married for three years until the sudden unexpected death of her husband.
Ellison had not proposed her yet, he couldn’t as long as Dulcie was there. He had decided to stop seeing Violette for a while, he had to be cautious. He had thought it over for weeks, exploring detective novels, scientific reviews or news archives until he found the obvious answer. He was a wizard at electronics and computing, he had patented a revolutionary in-car technology called Sync platform for electronic braking systems and sold it to the auto industry. He would program a brake failure on Dulcie’s car at the precise time he needed and reset it immediately afterwards as if the failure had never occurred.
He possessed a luxury Ski-in Ski-out chalet in Aspen, and Dulcie was supposed to drive there for a week stay. That very morning, Dulcie was ready to set off for a three hours drive to Aspen. It was 7 o’clock. Ellison was smiling inwardly, but pretended to be worried. “I’ll drive carefully”, she shrieked through the window while starting the engine.
A few minutes later, Ellison entered his study, switched on his computer and got down to work. From his screen, logged on to Dulcie’s car GPS, he could follow her route step by step. He knew she would choose to turn on Castle Creek road for a scenic driving across the mountain, she always did. At 9: 15 he pressed “Enter” on his keyboard.
At 9: 40 the telephone rang. A police officer told him that his wife had been in a car crash but that she was safe, slightly injured, she had been taken to Aspen’s hospital and she would soon return home. Unfortunately, the other driver had died in the collision but he could not provide further details on the circumstances of the accident for the time being. As Ellison seemed unable to utter a single word, the police officer added, “You should stop worrying Mr Liddle, as I told you, your wife is okay, she has not been hurt”, he insisted.
When Ellison received the evening paper, the headline said:
“VIOLETTE WARNER, YOUNG FRENCH WIDOW OF FAMOUS BUSINESSMAN, JACK WARNER, KILLED TODAY IN CAR CRASH NEAR ASPEN. ”
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He had considered for weeks how to get rid of the old witch. He could not stand her anymore, could no longer put up with her fads, even the unpleasant high-pitched sound of her voice had become unbearable. Besides, she would never decide to leave willingly. Ellison had spent most of his life chasing the almighty dollar and he wasn’t ready for a divorce that would cost him a fortune. He was an affluent businessman but he hadn't the money to burn nor the time to waste in a court battle.
Twenty eight years had gone by since he had married Dulcie, he was really young at the time, hardly nineteen. He worked for a car maker in Detroit and Dulcie was a waitress at the restaurant around the corner. She was not particularly attractive, and at the beginning he had not even noticed her, but against all odds, after six months of dating they eventually got married. He wasn’t in love with her but Dulcie had inherited some money from a relative precisely six months prior to the wedding. Not much - five thousand dollars- but enough for him to start his own business. He was a talented and meticulous employee, worked fifteen hours a day but the company didn’t pay much for his skills, didn’t pay what he truly deserved.
Dulcie had no ambition and no peculiar talent, the way she dressed, the way she spoke were so pathetic. Now that he had made a considerable fortune Dulcie was an albatross around his neck, fame and a son were all what he yearned for. Violette had been an eye-opener, the elegant bright young woman, interested in business would perfectly match with him. He saw in her an attractive woman, an ideal mother for his future son and an acute business partner on his way to fame. He was determined not to let Dulcie stand on the way he had already mapped out.
He had to do it fast. How much longer would Violette wait? He had met her in California at some friends’ beach house, it had been love at first sight. Violette was born in France and had moved to Los Angeles at the age of 18 and she still had that very cute little French accent. She had always wanted to become an actress but had ended up marrying Jack who forced her to give up her dreams of a career, which he considered to be pie in the sky. He was a businessman not an entertainer. She had been married for three years until the sudden unexpected death of her husband.
Ellison had not proposed to her yet, he couldn’t as long as Dulcie was there. He had decided to stop seeing Violette for a while, he had to be cautious. He had thought it over for weeks, exploring detective novels, scientific reviews or news archives until he found the obvious answer. He was a wizard at electronics and computing, he had patented a revolutionary in-car technology called Sync platform for electronic braking systems and sold it to the auto industry. He would program a brake failure on Dulcie’s car at the precise time he needed and reset it immediately afterwards as if the failure had never occurred.
He possessed a luxury Ski-in Ski-out chalet in Aspen, and Dulcie was supposed to drive there for a week stay. That very morning, Dulcie was ready to set off for a three hour drive to Aspen. It was 7 o’clock. Ellison was smiling inwardly, but pretended to be worried. “I’ll drive carefully”, she shrieked through the window while starting the engine.
A few minutes later, Ellison entered his study, switched on his computer and got down to work. From his screen, logged on to Dulcie’s car GPS, he could follow her route step by step. He knew she would choose to turn on Castle Creek road for a scenic drive across the mountain, she always did. At 9: 15 he pressed “Enter” on his keyboard.
At 9: 40 the telephone rang. A police officer told him that his wife had been in a car crash but that she was safe, slightly injured, she had been taken to Aspen’s hospital and she would soon return home. Unfortunately, the other driver had died in the collision but he could not provide further details on the circumstances of the accident for the time being. As Ellison seemed unable to utter a single word, the police officer added, “You should stop worrying Mr Liddle, as I told you, your wife is okay, she has not been hurt”, he insisted.
When Ellison received the evening paper, the headline said:
“VIOLETTE WARNER, YOUNG FRENCH WIDOW OF FAMOUS BUSINESSMAN, JACK WARNER, KILLED TODAY IN CAR CRASH NEAR ASPEN. ”
Twenty eight years had gone by since he had married Dulcie, he was really young at the time, hardly nineteen. He worked for a car maker in Detroit and Dulcie was a waitress at the restaurant around the corner. She was not particularly attractive, and at the beginning he had not even noticed her, but against all odds, after six months of dating they eventually got married. He wasn’t in love with her but Dulcie had inherited some money from a relative precisely six months prior to the wedding. Not much - five thousand dollars- but enough for him to start his own business. He was a talented and meticulous employee, worked fifteen hours a day but the company didn’t pay much for his skills, didn’t pay what he truly deserved.
Dulcie had no ambition and no peculiar talent, the way she dressed, the way she spoke were so pathetic. Now that he had made a considerable fortune Dulcie was an albatross around his neck, fame and a son were all what he yearned for. Violette had been an eye-opener, the elegant bright young woman, interested in business would perfectly match with him. He saw in her an attractive woman, an ideal mother for his future son and an acute business partner on his way to fame. He was determined not to let Dulcie stand on the way he had already mapped out.
He had to do it fast. How much longer would Violette wait? He had met her in California at some friends’ beach house, it had been love at first sight. Violette was born in France and had moved to Los Angeles at the age of 18 and she still had that very cute little French accent. She had always wanted to become an actress but had ended up marrying Jack who forced her to give up her dreams of a career, which he considered to be pie in the sky. He was a businessman not an entertainer. She had been married for three years until the sudden unexpected death of her husband.
Ellison had not proposed to her yet, he couldn’t as long as Dulcie was there. He had decided to stop seeing Violette for a while, he had to be cautious. He had thought it over for weeks, exploring detective novels, scientific reviews or news archives until he found the obvious answer. He was a wizard at electronics and computing, he had patented a revolutionary in-car technology called Sync platform for electronic braking systems and sold it to the auto industry. He would program a brake failure on Dulcie’s car at the precise time he needed and reset it immediately afterwards as if the failure had never occurred.
He possessed a luxury Ski-in Ski-out chalet in Aspen, and Dulcie was supposed to drive there for a week stay. That very morning, Dulcie was ready to set off for a three hour drive to Aspen. It was 7 o’clock. Ellison was smiling inwardly, but pretended to be worried. “I’ll drive carefully”, she shrieked through the window while starting the engine.
A few minutes later, Ellison entered his study, switched on his computer and got down to work. From his screen, logged on to Dulcie’s car GPS, he could follow her route step by step. He knew she would choose to turn on Castle Creek road for a scenic drive across the mountain, she always did. At 9: 15 he pressed “Enter” on his keyboard.
At 9: 40 the telephone rang. A police officer told him that his wife had been in a car crash but that she was safe, slightly injured, she had been taken to Aspen’s hospital and she would soon return home. Unfortunately, the other driver had died in the collision but he could not provide further details on the circumstances of the accident for the time being. As Ellison seemed unable to utter a single word, the police officer added, “You should stop worrying Mr Liddle, as I told you, your wife is okay, she has not been hurt”, he insisted.
When Ellison received the evening paper, the headline said:
“VIOLETTE WARNER, YOUNG FRENCH WIDOW OF FAMOUS BUSINESSMAN, JACK WARNER, KILLED TODAY IN CAR CRASH NEAR ASPEN. ”
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