‘Do I sound like I give a flying fuck how hard it is to get in or how cold it is? I could not care less about any of your moronic concerns. I’m paying you five grand for a day’s work to do bugger all. Just take a photo and say what we agreed – how hard can it be? Now get in your car and get that bitch.’
Bridget took a deep breath and exhaled. That had told the cretinous photographer. Now he would get on and do what she was paying him so handsomely to do – take a picture of Lucy and Hartley and make sure everyone in their cosy little group was in no doubt as to who tipped him off with their location: Little Miss Bimbo herself.
The only thing Hartley hated more than having his personal life in the press was disloyalty. And this plan should ensure he no longer trusted Lucy as far as he could throw her, which was hopefully all the way back to her working-class roots in Dundee.
Lucy deserved everything she had coming to her. Not only had she stolen the man everyone knew should be with Bridget, she had put Bridget down at Ascot, an incident still fresh, still rankling in her mind.
Bridget had been consumed with raw hatred when she saw Lucy that day. She hadn’t been prepared for it at all. It winded her to admit, of course only to herself, that Lucy was indeed pretty, just as some columnists had said. And younger than Bridget. The tart probably had a game plan to snare Hartley and have his children. Bridget had to act now to put a stop to her fantasy before it became a horrible reality.
Of course, she was no match for Bridget, who outclassed her in every way, not least in standing and title. This tramp was an imposter from a grubby background. Looks and ambition could get you far in life. But it would not get her Hartley.
How Lucy must have laughed when she saw the newspaper the day after Ascot, with that hideous picture of Bridget pursing her lips next to a perfect image of the bitch. Bridget was sure her own friends had been laughing too. Of course, they called and told her the story had been written terribly unfairly, but Bridget could tell they loved every minute of it. Now it was her turn to publicly humiliate Lucy, and that couldn’t come soon enough.