minute,” Kurtis said. “This photograph was in this desk. That's what you were looking for the other day, right?”
She didn't answer.
“Tanya I don't even use this study – you know that. How did it get here?” he asked. “Do you believe me when I say I had no idea it was there?”
Tanya opened her mouth to speak but the door to the study was pushed open. Catherine stood in the doorway. Tanya and Kurtis both swung around.
“What are you doing here?” Kurtis asked her.
“That's a nice way to talk to someone who's come back from the dead.”
“But you weren't dead.” Tanya said.
“Judging by the look of you, I can see you wish I was.” Catherine swayed her hips as she walked towards them both. “Am I interrupting anything? From out there it sounded like you two were having some kind of a domestic. Do go on.”
“How did you even get up here, Catherine?” Kurtis said, rounding on her.
“You forget I practically lived here once, Kurt. Benny on the desk recognized me, asked if I was here for the dinner party.”
“What dinner party?” Tanya glared at Kurtis.
“I just brought home a load of groceries. I was going to cook for you,” Kurtis said, smiling down at her.
“I don't mind staying for dinner,” Catherine said. “I am hungry.”
“You should go, Catherine. Tanya and I have things to discuss.”
“Well shouldn't these things concern me? Kurtis, I was with you for the best part of three years. I gave you everything. I devoted my life to you. Watched you build your empire and supported you. I was there when you came home, stressed from a meeting, pouring your drinks, cooking for you, making sure you were satisfied in every way imaginable and you think I should just step aside?”
“That's exactly what you should do,” Tanya said. “Kurtis has already grieved you and worked you out of his system.”
“Oh really? So why did I hear you both agonizing over whether Kurtis loves me or you the most?”
“You are way out of line, Catherine,” Kurtis said. “You should just go.”
“You said we could talk,” Catherine whined like a child. “I have to speak to you, Kurtis.” She put a hand on his chest. Tanya bristled and picked up the photograph.
“If you want to talk so much, Catherine,” Tanya said. “Maybe you could start by explaining this.”
Tanya pushed the picture of her wearing the engagement ring in front of her face, causing her to step backwards.
“How did this get here?” Catherine stuttered.
“I think you need to tell us,” Kurtis said. “How did you find this ring and who the hell took this photograph anyway?”
Again a stony silence fell on the room. Catherine looked anxiously from one to the other.
“James took it,” Tanya said. “Isn't it obvious?”
“Explain this, Catherine. Was James here with you?”
“It's not like that,” she replied. “This has nothing to do with those vicious rumors about me and James having an affair. I never cheated on you, Kurtis, not ever. And you have to know that about me. I was completely yours. Utterly devoted.”
“You haven't explained this photograph.” Kurtis cheeks were burning.
Catherine took several steps backwards and left the room, almost running. Tanya and Kurtis followed her to the living room where she'd stopped in the middle, looking out onto the roof garden.
“You remember that day your father came to visit?” Catherine said, still not facing anyone. “A few years back, he had a business meeting and dropped by here? We had dinner, the three of us.”
“Well I heard you two whispering outside, smoking cigars and leaving me out of your conversation.”
“Get to the point, Catherine.” Kurtis sat down but Tanya and Catherine remained standing.
“The point is, I saw your father give you something. You were acting suspicious all night after he left. I walked into the bedroom later and I could tell something was up. I thought you'd hidden something in the back