His Dark Secret. . . .

HIS DARK SECRET

Until that awful moment she walked in on him in her father's den--caught him in the act, hiding in the dark, hunched over the open desk drawer feeling like some despised scavenger animal, his mouth crammed with a nice soggy lump of that juicy Hammermill Bond--he'd deluede himself that his fiancee would never discover his dark secret. The truth was that Emily Adams had long suspected that her attorney fiance' Jack Sims had an office supply problem. She first became suspicious when he began to visit office supply stores every night. She suspected that he was sniffing glue until he came home last week with a nasty, deep paper cut in his nose from sniffing reams of paper. A quick call to the local bar associati\on revealed that this was not an unheard-of addiction; they then warned her that she should be alert to his habits. Usually, the next step in the process was undetected paper consumption. The only known remedy was to hold an in interventionh with his peers, other friends, loved ones, and prominent business acquaintances..

Emily knew that Jack would never consent to any sort of intervention. An insanely private person, he always insisted on dressing as though he had to appear in court, required her to wear the most expensive and well-known, recognizable colognes, and was almost obsessive about having even his Haynes briefs personally monogramed by his private tailor. A real blue-blood wannabee, he was notorious for having raving vocal tantrums at all of the four-star restaurnts in Little Rock, where the couple lived.

Early on the evening of Emily's discovery, Emily had signed for a suspicious, heavy
unmarked package addressed to Jack but delivered to her own apartment.


(to be continued)

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