The Best Laid Plans by Sidney Sheldon
The Best Laid Plans by Sidney Sheldon
The first entry in Leslie Stewart’s diary read:
Dear Diary: This morning I met the man I am going to marry.
It was a simple, optimistic statement, with not the slightest portent of the dramatic chain of events that was about to occur.
It was one of those rare, serendipitous days when nothing could go wrong, when nothing would dare go wrong. Leslie Stewart had no interest in astrology, but that morning, as she was leafing through the Lexington Herald-Leader, a horoscope in an astrology column by Zoltaire caught her eye. It read:
FOR LEO (JULY 23RD TO AUGUST 22ND). THE NEW MOON ILLUMINATES YOUR LOVE LIFE. YOU ARE IN YOUR LUNAR CYCLE HIGH NOW, AND MUST PAY CLOSE ATTENTION TO AN EXCITING NEW EVENT IN YOUR LIFE. YOUR COMPATIBLE SIGN IS VIRGO. TODAY WILL BE A RED-LETTER DAY. BE PREPARED TO ENJOY IT.
Be prepared to enjoy what? Leslie thought wryly. Today was going to be like every other day. Astrology was nonsense, mind candy for fools.
Leslie Stewart was a public relations and advertising executive at the Lexington, Kentucky firm of Bailey & Tomkins. She had three meetings scheduled for that afternoon, the first with the Kentucky Fertilizer Company, whose executives were excited about the new campaign she was working up for them. They especially liked its beginning: “If you want to smell the roses…” The second meeting was with the Breeders Stud Farm, and the third with the Lexington Coal Company. Red-letter day?
In her late twenties, with a slim, provocative figure, Leslie Stewart had an exciting, exotic look; gray, sloe eyes, high cheekbones, and soft, honey-colored hair, which she wore long and elegantly simple. A friend of Leslie’s had once told her, “If you’re beautiful and have a brain and a vagina, you can own the world.”
Leslie Stewart was beautiful and had an IQ of 170, and nature had taken care of the rest. But she found her looks a disadvantage. Men were constantly propositioning her or proposing, but few of them bothered to try really to get to know her.
Aside from the two secretaries who worked at Bailey & Tomkins, Leslie was the only woman there. There were fifteen male employees. It had taken Leslie less than a week to learn that she was more intelligent than any of them. It was a discovery she decided to keep to herself.
In the beginning, both partners, Jim Bailey, an overweight, soft-spoken man in his forties, and Al Tomkins, anorexic and hyper, ten years younger than Bailey, individually tried to talk Leslie into going to bed with them.
She had stopped them very simply. “Ask me once more, and I’ll quit.”
That had put an end to that. Leslie was too valuable an employee to lose.
Her first week on the job, during a coffee break, Leslie had told her fellow employees a joke.
“Three men came across a female genie who promised to grant each one a wish. The first man said, ‘T wish I were twenty-five percent smarter.’ The genie blinked, and the man said, ‘Hey, I feel smarter already.’
“The second man said, ‘I wish I were fifty percent smarter.’ The genie blinked, and the man exclaimed, ‘That’s wonderful! I think I know things now that I didn’t know before.’
“The third man said, ‘I’d like to be one hundred percent smarter.’
“So the genie blinked, and the man changed into a woman.”
Leslie looked expectantly at the men at the table. They were all staring at her, unamused.
The red-letter day that the astrologer had promised began at eleven o’clock that morning. Jim Bailey walked into Leslie’s tiny, cramped office.
“We have a new client,” he announced. “I want you to take charge.”
She was already handling more accounts than anyone else at the firm, but she knew better than to protest.
“Fine,” she said. “What is it?”
“It’s not a what, it’s a who. You’ve heard of Oliver Russell, of course?”
Everyone had heard of Oliver Russell. A local attorney and candidate for governor, he had his face on billboards all over Kentucky. With his brilliant legal record, he was considered, at thirty-five, the most eligible bachelor in the state. He was on all the talk shows on the major television stations in Lexington—WDKY, WTVQ, WKYT—and on the popular local radio stations, WKQQ and WLRO. Strikingly handsome, with black, unruly hair, dark eyes, an athletic build, and a warm smile, he had the reputation of having slept with most of the ladies in Lexington.