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waited, she didn't want to have to ring
the doorbell to her own house to go back in, but she thought she
might have to. She sure didn't want to be out here on the porch
when Ellie drove up at 7 am. "Ma'am, I don't have any drivers in
your area right now. The only guy I have left who is even remotely
near your place is about 10 miles away."
    "But…but, I need a cab here immediately. I
need to get to the airport. Can he come? Quickly?" She begged. This
was starting to piss her off.
    "Ma'am, we're here to help, I'll send the
driver as soon as he's free. Is everything okay? You sound
distressed. Is Mr. Vargas okay?"
    "Yes, he's fine, how long till I get a
cab?"
    "Looks like about a half hour, give or take,
this sleet is really blowing right now. These roads will be ice by
morning."
    "Please sir," she begged. "I don't have a
half hour. I need to go now. I am begging you, please have someone
come get me now. Please. I will pay whatever you want. Please?"
    "Okay, I will come get you myself, Uhm...one
passenger or two?"
    "One and I'll be waiting at the gate, no need
to come in."
    "And this is cash, right?" said the
dispatcher.
    "Yes, cash."
    "I'll be there in ten." She heard the sound
of the phone being slammed down and Marti exhaled a sigh of relief.
Pulling her coat around her tight and flipping up the hood, she
trudged through the rain and sleet, stomping through mud to the
front gate. Normally, this was a beautiful breezy walk; tonight it
was treacherous in the freezing rain.
    As promised, the cab driver arrived, gave her
a friendly smile, and threw her wet bag onto the back seat. She
climbed in next to him, her coat was wet, her favorite boots muddy
and she didn't know if the drops on her face were from her tears or
the frozen rain. One last look at the mansion, then the taxi drove
off towards the airport.
    "So, how do you know Nick?" she asked the
young driver.
    "You really don't know?" looking at her,
dumbfounded.
    "No," she looked at him, quizzically. "Should
I?" She rubbed her hands together in front of the heater.
    The driver laughed. "He's my boss. He owns
Skyport Cab Company." Looking at her in disbelief, "You really
didn't know that?"
    "No, actually, I didn't." She took a deep
breath and slowly exhaled. "There are a lot of things about my
husband I don't know." She turned to look at him, "And son, if you
want to keep your job, you’d better never tell him you picked me up
tonight."
     
    *****

Chapter 2
     
    Marti looked in the mirror, dabbing at the
tear-stained makeup on her face with a tissue. Looking into her
turtle eyes, swollen from all the tears shed on the plane, she
thought to herself, what the fuck just happened?
    This morning she and Nick were lying on her
favorite, fluffy sofa watching old movies together and now she was
alone, in the bathroom, at Atlanta International Airport. She
fluffed her hair and ran some lip gloss across her lips. No sense
in fixing herself up now, she knew she was dirty and needed a
shower. That would be the first thing to do when she got home. Her
home. Annie's home.
    Getting out of the house at 2am was the easy
part. Getting a cab to the mansion at that hour turned out to be a
pain in the ass. And the fact that her very own husband owns the
cab company? And she didn't even know? Ironic. There were a lot of
things about Nick she didn't know. She wasn't even sure what he
really did for work. She knew he owned Vargas, she knew he had some
other companies around the world, but she had no idea what he did.
Except talk to Ellie in meetings all day. She barely knew anything
about him, except that he was a filthy rich Hispanic sex god who
got a little irritated when she left her clothes on the bathroom
floor, or took too long to shower, and he answers every problem
they have with a kiss and a fuck. Does this shit even
matter?
    Although she honestly didn't want to leave
under these fugitive-like conditions and it broke her heart to go,
she knew he would have never let her go under any