Savage Affair : Book 2 Of The Affair.

D.D

10.

"She actually bought you a 70 inch flat screen Panasonic t.v?" Tracy Summers exclaimed .

"Yes and had it delivered and installed by a professional tech." D.D said .

"A t.v like that doesn't come cheap." Tracy remarked. "She must want something."

"Whatever Tracy." D.D said with an eye roll. "Katrina isn't like that."

"Well how do you know?"

Shaking her head D.D smiled at her best friend who had stopped by the apartment for a short visit.

"Well I sure as hell wish I had friends like Katrina von Hapsberg." Tracy mused.

"She's really nice.
And nothing like I imagined a Hollywood movie star to be."

"Yeah and that husband of hers is fine as hell!" Tracy exclaimed.

"He alright." D.D said rolling her eyes again.

Personally D.D found Klaus von Hapsberg a bit creepy...and not in a good way.

"So anyway are we still on for the club tonight?" Tracy asked.

"Well actually ...I have to work  tonight." D.D said.

"On a Saturday?" A puzzled Tracy exclaimed.

"The von Hapberg's are having a party for some industry people tonight and asked me to help out."

"Girl you're taking this little maid's job way too seriously."

Tracy observed turning up her nose as she gathered her Fendi purse

from the coffee table and prepared to leave.

"Well everybody can't be a model like you Tracy." D.D said.

"You got that right." Tracy exclaimed striking a pose in her red dress and gold heels.

"Call me later." D.D said walking her best friend to the door.

D.D showered and put on the awful black uniform before leaving her apartment.

Honestly she had been a little offended by Tracy's dismissal of her job.

Sure being a maid wasn't anything to brag about but work

was work and at least D.D wasn't out here selling her behind to

earn a living like so many others.

Mrs. Von Hapsberg had once asked D.D what she wanted to do

with her life and D.D still didn't know.

She'd lived in California all of her life , primarily in South Central L.A.

An only child , D.D had been raised by both of her parents in a

stable home where education was very important.

Unlike so many of her friends who were from broken homes and had

either ended up pregnant at young ages or strung out on drugs

D.D had been a straight A student and hadn't given her parents many problems.

Her dad was a janitor at a hospital and had raised D.D to be independent and tough.

"The world will chew you up and spit you out."

Tom Barnes often warned his daughter particularly after

watching another bad report on the news.