Destiny
I woke up the next morning with a little pep in my step. I thought about Matt’s plan all night. I liked it. I liked that I was going ot have support in a hostile environment. Because I had no doubt Trixie was going to try every trick in the book.
Today, I was going to the Beverley Hills house. I called it a house because that’s what Malik always called it. But it was a mansion. A two-story one with actual wings in it. When I lived there, we had two maids, a cook, and a gardener with his own crew. I heard in the past two years, more maids were hired, but there was a lot of turnover because Trixie was impossible. I hoped that someone who was on staff there was someone I knew, because I was about to clean house.
I drove up the long driveway and parked. I didn’t see any other cars
