Calgary, November 2023
Amelia wanted to be rich, and there was no reason why she couldn’t be. She was young, beautiful, and good with men, but somehow it didn’t work for her. She tried to be an actress, then a model, then a TV personality and finally ended up doing the oldest profession in the world. But the man who was getting her high-class customers, David, was becoming richer than her, and that wasn’t fair. She did all the hard work and deserved most of the credit.
Her chance came one evening in an expensive restaurant where she was with Charles, her long-time client. “Who is that guy who sits alone at the table beside me?” she asked him.
“It’s Martin, a rich guy from a rich family. You want to seduce him?"
Martin was good looking, young, and yes, Amelia would like to seduce him.
“Yes, I would like to seduce him.”
“OK, I can introduce you to him, but not now. First, you have an obligation with me."
The obligation went well, and when they parted, Amelia reminded Charles: “Don’t forget to introduce me to Martin.”
Charles liked Amelia. He wished her all the best, and in a few days, Amelia got an invitation to join him in the same restaurant as before. “Martin will be there,” he said.
The meeting went as expected. Amelia charmed Martin, and he was captivated by her. They had more dates, and when they ended in bed, Martin didn't have to pay. It was for free, or, better said, it was a loan. Amelia had a long-term plan. But the problem with her long-term plan was David.
“Who is that guy you are spending so much time with?” he asked.
“It is my friend Martin.”
“But you are neglecting your customers and it is costing me money.”
"Perhaps it is time you find yourself a new girl.”
"I don't want a new girl, your customers like you.”
“But I don’t like them. I like Martin, and he likes me.”
“Perhaps if I tell him your real job, he might like you less.”
That indeed would be a problem. Amelia told Martin she was working as a secretary for an advertising agency.
"Is your friend Martin married?" continued questioning David.
“No. He is single and rich. Just a man for me.”
“You want to marry him?”
“Perhaps.”
David was thinking for a while, and then he came up with his own plan.
“OK, suppose you marry him. If something happens to him, an accident or so, you will inherit the money, correct? Then a part of it would be mine.”
"I am not going to kill him if that is what you are suggesting."
“If you wouldn’t, I will.”
“You wouldn’t dare!”
But Amelia wasn’t sure. Maybe he would dare. But that danger would appear only after they got married, so she still had time to think about something. In the meantime, Amelia continued seducing Martin, and for her it was easy. He was such a nice, trusting, generous and naïve young man that Amelia even started to like him. Her marriage to him would be for money, of course, but not just for money.
“How are you doing with Martin?” David wanted to know. Amelia was still working for him part-time; it was her only source of income.
“Good. I hope you abandoned your idea.”
“No, I didn’t, and I expect you to invite me for your wedding.” The threat in David’s voice was obvious.
Now Amelia had a dilemma. She could drop Martin and save his life or marry him and let David carry on with his threat. But she needed a third option because her relationship with Martin was rapidly heading for a marriage and she had no intention to cancel it.
The big day came, and Amelia did invite David to her wedding. She introduced him to Martin and all three shared a few drinks. "I wish you all the best in your life together," said David and winked at Amelia. That sent chills down her spine.
Time was passing and their married life settled into a pleasant routine. Martin was managing the family business and Amelia became a housewife. She didn’t work for David anymore and later found herself a job as a secretary, just to stop lying to Martin. But then what she feared the most happened. While going to work, David appeared in front of her, grabbed her arm and asked: “When will you do it?”
“I wouldn’t.”
“Then I will,” and David walked away.
“Wait David, wait," she ran after him. "Perhaps I can come up with something. You know, we have a nice big hot tub in our house. I can invite you for dinner, then we will go to the hot tub, and I will leave you there with Martin to do what you want to do.”
In the afternoon, when Amelia returned home, she asked Martin:
“Do you remember my friend David? The one you met at our wedding.”
“Yes, I remember him. He seems to be a nice enough guy.”
“Yes. I lost touch with him, but today I met him going to work, and I would like to invite him for dinner. Just for the sake of our long-time friendship.”
“OK, it will be nice to see him again.”
Amelia made all the arrangements, prepared a good dinner, and made sure there would be no shortage of drinks. David liked alcohol.
The dinner was surprisingly pleasant, fuelled by the generous amount of booze. Wine with the food, brandy with the dessert and a shot of whiskey for good measure. When the men were suitably drunk, Amelia suggested the hot tab. "I don't have the swimsuit," said David, and Amelia assured him that he didn't need one.
The water was nice, and Amelia was very cozy with Martin.
"It is more exciting doing it in the water,” she whispered to him.
“What about David?”
“Don’t worry about him, he is drunk.”
The intimacy lasted for some time and when they finished, David was floating with his head under the water. “He drowned!” yelled Amelia. They dragged him out of the hot tub, and she called 911. The ambulance and the police arrived, the ambulance took David’s body to the hospital and Amelia explained to the police what happened.
“We were all drunk, the men more than me. We went to the hot tub, it was nice and warm. I was a bit intimate with my husband and when I looked at David, he was floating with his head under the water. He must have been more drunk than I thought.”
The autopsy indeed found a large concentration of alcohol in David’s blood, but the traces of the sleeping pill Amelia put into David’s drink the autopsy missed.