They were married by a justice of the peace in Greenwich, Connecticut, and then took a trip to Manhattan so that Ellen Dudash could meet her in-laws.
Byron Scott greeted his brother with, “What the fuck have you done—marry a Polish hooker? Are you out of your mind?”
Susan Scott was just as ungiving. “Of course she married Milo for his money. When she finds out he doesn’t have any, we’ll arrange an annulment. This marriage will never last.”
They badly underestimated Ellen Dudash.
“Your brother and sister-in-law hate me, but I didn’t marry them. I married you. I don’t want to come between you and Byron. If this is making you too unhappy, Milo, say so, and I’ll leave.”
He took his bride in his arms and whispered, “I adore you, and when Byron and Susan really get to know you, they’ll adore you too.”
She held him closely and thought: How naive he is. And how I love him.
Byron and Susan were not unpleasant to their new sister-in-law. They were patronizing. To them, she would always be the little Polish girl who worked in one of the Scott factories.
Ellen studied, and read, and learned. She watched how the wives of Milo’s friends dressed, and copied them. She was determined to become a fit wife to Milo Scott, and in time she succeeded. But not in the eyes of her in-laws. And slowly her naïveté turned to cynicism. The rich and powerful aren’t all that wonderful, she thought. All they want is to be richer and more powerful
Ellen was fiercely protective of Milo, but there was little she could do to help him. Scott Industries was one of the few privately held conglomerates in the world, and all the stock belonged to Byron. Byron’s younger brother was a salaried employee, and he never let Milo forget it. He treated his brother shabbily. Milo was given all the dirty jobs to do, and was never given any credit.
“Why do you put up with it, Milo? You don’t need him. We could move away from here. You could start your own business.”
“I couldn’t leave Scott Industries. Byron needs me.”
But in time, Ellen came to understand the real reason. Milo was weak. He needed someone strong to lean on. She knew then that he would never have the courage to leave the company.
All right, she thought fiercely. One day the company will be his. Byron can’t live forever. Milo is his only heir.
When Susan Scott announced that she was pregnant, it was a blow to Ellen. The baby’s going to inherit everything.
When the baby was born, Byron said, “It’s a girl, but I’ll teach her how to run the company.”
The bastard, Ellen thought. Her heart ached for Milo.
All Milo said was, “Isn’t she a beautiful baby?”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
The pilot of the Lockheed Lodestar was worried.
“A front is closing in. I don’t like the look of it.” He nodded to the co-pilot. “Take over.” Then he left the cockpit to go back to the cabin.
There were five passengers on board besides the pilot and co-pilot: Byron Scott, the brilliant, dynamic founder and chief executive officer of Scott Industries; his attractive wife, Susan; their year-old daughter, Patricia; Milo Scott, Byron’s younger brother; and Milo’s wife, Ellen. They were flying in one of the company planes from Paris to Madrid. Bringing the baby had been a last-minute impulse on Susan’s part.
“I hate to be away from her for so long,” she had told her husband.
“Afraid she’ll forget us?” he had teased. “All right. We’ll take her with us.”
Now that World War II was over, Scott Industries was rapidly expanding into the European market. In Madrid, Byron Scott would investigate the possibilities of opening a new steel mill.
The pilot approached him.
“Excuse me, sir. We’re heading into some thunder clouds. It doesn’t look very good ahead. Do you want to turn back?”
Byron looked out the small window. They were flying through a gray mass of cumulus clouds, and every few seconds distant lightning illuminated them. “I have a meeting in Madrid tonight. Can you go around the storm?”