CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

 

 

JEAN TOOK A slow walk through the apartment near Stanton’s home apartment overlooking Central Park, just making sure nothing was out of place.

Then she quickly checked her phone for a call from Mary Jo.

Nothing.

The plan was a go.

She loved this part of any plan. She never felt worried or bothered by her killing. It was what she did.

What Mary Jo did.

And both of them were very good at their job. But this target felt like something special today. They had no intention of killing him or taking him out in any easy way.

But they were going to end his life in so many other ways.

While Stanton had been getting lax in not worrying about anyone coming for him, Jean and Mary Jo had been exploring every detail of his life, his wife’s life, his two kid’s lives, his parent’s lives, and his businesses and bank accounts.

And the more she and Mary Jo found out, the more angry Jean got at the idiot.

Their fees might have stung the bastard for a few days, but he could have easily paid it. He was just a greedy pile of walking crap.

Now Stanton was going to pay a much, much higher price than the six million he shorted them.

And Jean and Mary Jo were going to be far, far richer.

Over the last six months, to start with, she and Mary Jo had been slowly buying up, under various hidden names, stock in his two publicly held corporations. Stanton was the president of both of them and major stockholder.

In the last week, they had both, also under the hidden names, started selling puts on the stocks they owned, betting that the stocks would fall through the floor.

Because of what they were about to do, Jean had no doubt those two company stocks would quickly vanish from the stock market. And she and Mary Jo would get even richer as it happened.

Mary Jo had great skills with computers, but they had discovered that Jean was even better, which Mary Jo had seemed very pleased about.

With a little work, but frighteningly not that much, Jean had managed to get all Stanton’s passwords and bank account numbers, including his two off-the-books accounts.

All told, transferring all his money from those accounts to hidden offshore accounts and then moving it around like scrambling up cards would get her and Mary Jo another six hundred million.

And she had all the corporations’ bank account numbers and passwords as well. That would get the two of them another five or six hundred million.

Granted, before this, they both had more than enough money for anything they ever needed. But now they would have even more. All because Stanton was greedy and didn’t pay them after he had hired them.

Jean went to the fridge of the apartment and pulled out a pitcher of orange juice and some chilled vodka and filled a tall glass with ice.

Then with the drink in her hand, she sat on her couch and turned on the television. They had worked in time in the plan for her to watch her favorite soap opera. She loved doing that while sipping on a drink.

This would be the last drink until the job was completely done later tonight, so she was going to savor it.

And then really, really enjoy the drink with Mary Jo later.