#Chapter 10 Fantasies of a Married Billionaire

Arthur was elated to see me the next day. It made me suspicious. “Well, Anna, you really did it,” he said it with a brilliant white grin. “Mona Williams of Good Morning, Mona loved my new look, especially the pompadour.” He ran his fingers through his hair. I wanted to smack him for messing with it, but I was too excited about the news to care. “You’re kidding, right?” I just couldn’t believe that a look I had styled had been mentioned on a nationally syndicated TV show. “No, I’m not. You did wonderfully, little fan girl. And I can’t wait to see what you have in mind for me today.” I couldn’t stop smiling. It was hard to believe that I had wasted eight years running a household for someone like Bob when I could have been using my talents to make something of myself. I sobered a bit. According to the oncologist, I only had about six months remaining to right that wrong. But I would value every moment of my existence that I had