Chapter 442: Coyle Apartment
Monday, February 13th, Evening
The door swung open, and Mrs. Coyle walked into the apartment. The person lying on the couch looked up at Mrs. Coyle. Mrs. Coyle glared down at him and shook her head.
"Carter, that's Italian leather," Mrs. Coyle said.
Carter slipped up and adjusted himself to sit upright and looked at his mother. "I was just relaxing, Mother," Carter Coyle said.
"Not on my Italian leather couch, Carter," Mrs. Coyle said, "Also, you've been smoking; I can smell it on you."
"Mother," Carter said.
"Sit up, Carter, and sit properly," Mrs. Coyle said and sat down in a chair.
Carter shifted on the couch to sit correctly and looked at Mrs. Coyle. "What's up, Mother?" Carter asked.
"Wednesday, I'll be hosting a cocktail party for Breann VanderHout," Mrs. Coyle said.
"That's what you and Sheelagh VanderHout were talking about," Carter said.
"Yeah, and I'm making sure your brother is here," Mrs. Coyle said.
"There's something you're leaving out," Carter said.
"Yeah, Grant wants to bring his girlfriend," Mrs. Coyle said.
"So, I'm still missing something here, Mother," Carter said.
"Sheelagh and I have been trying to get Grant and Breann together for years," Mrs. Coyle said.
"Isn't Breann Van der Hout closer to K…." Carter started to say.
"Please, Carter, don't say her name; it still hurts," Mrs. Coyle said.
"Sorry, Mother," Carter said.
"Yes, Breann was friends with your sister. But she would be perfect for Grant," Mrs. Coyle said.
"Mother, you know how Grant is," Carter said.
"That's what I'm afraid of," Mrs. Coyle said, "He's dating that woman."
"What's this woman's name?" Carter asked.
"Fallon Adams, she supposedly works at the Stafford Foundation, but I talked with Jeanette, and we had tea," Mrs. Coyle said.
"Okay, so what did she say?" Carter asked.
"There is no Fallon Adams there, just Fallon Stafford and showed me a picture," Mrs. Coyle said, "It was the same person, supposedly."
Carter pulled out his smartphone and started flipping through it. After a minute, he started typing and looked up from the phone. Shaking his head, he held his phone to Mrs. Coyle.
"Is that her?" Carter asked.
"It kind of likes Grant's girlfriend," Mrs. Coyle said.
"That's Fallon Stafford, it's an older picture, and she's one of most eligible heiresses in New York City," Carter said.
"This could ruin all my plans," Mrs. Coyle said.
"Mother, if she is Fallon Stafford, she's a bigger fish," Coyle said.
"But, but," Mrs. Coyle said.
Carter shrugged and looked at his phone. "Oh, Finley updated her feed today," Carter said.
"What?" Mrs. Coyle asked.
"Don't worry about it, Mother," Carter said, "Who is this Libby Scott, a model, hmmm."
"Carter, what are you doing? Are you ignoring me?" Mrs. Coyle asked.
Carter shook his head and looked up at Mrs. Coyle. "I'm looking at Instagram, Mother," he said.
"So, what are you looking at?" Mrs. Coyle asked.
"An influencer I follow, and her latest picture," Carter said.
"What about it, her, whatever," Mrs. Coyle said.
"She posted a picture of her and this new model I've never heard of," Carter said.
"So?" Mrs. Coyle asked.
"I followed the hashtag and was looking at pictures of this model," Carter said.
"So?" Mrs. Coyle asked.
"I checked over the pictures and didn't know her," Carter said.
"How did you do that?" Mrs. Coyle asked.
"Kind of like Google," Carter said.
"Could you do one of those searches?" Mrs. Coyle asked.
"Okay, Mother," Carter said and typed into the phone, "Interesting."
"What?" Mrs. Coyle asked.
"There's not a lot of pictures here on Instagram or even the internet," Carter said.
"There isn't?" Mrs. Coyle asked.
"There are pictures, but I'm not sure who she is," Carter said.
"Does it look like the woman Grant is dating?" Mrs. Coyle asked.
"There are a lot of brunettes, a few have someone that looks like the woman Grant's dating, but most of the single pictures aren't the same woman; they are inconsistent," Carter said.
"So, what do you think?" Mrs. Coyle asked.
"I don't know, Mother," Carter said.
"So, she lied to us," Mrs. Coyle said.
"Mother, you can't say that," Carter said.
"She's a nobody, stealing someone's identity," Mrs. Coyle said.
"Who is a nobody, Mother?" Carter asked.
"Your brother's girlfriend," Mrs. Coyle said.
"What are you saying, Mother?" Carter asked.
"That she's only with your brother for money," Mrs. Coyle said.
"I see, that's a hell of a jump," Carter said.
"Grant's inviting her to my cocktail party," Mrs. Coyle said.
"You've said that earlier," Carter said.
"I can't believe the audacity," Mrs. Coyle said.
"Yeah, such a bad son," Carter said.
"He's trying to ruin my cocktail party," Mrs. Coyle said.
"No, you can't let him ruin it," Carter said.
"He's going to bring that gold digger to my cocktail party," Mrs. Coyle said.
"The nerve," Carter said.
"Well, I'll expose this woman and, in haste, nudge Grant to Breann," Mrs. Coyle said.
"Okay, you could do that, Mother," Carter said.
"I'll destroy the obstacle to my plan," Mrs. Coyle said.
"Do you want all that drama at your cocktail?" Carter asked.
"Yes," Mrs. Coyle said, rubbing her hands together, "A public execution, the death of a social climber."
"You're talking figuratively, right?" Carter asked.
"So, I'll call Sheelagh, and we can play this out," Mrs. Coyle said.
"Mother, are you sure about this all?" Carter asked.
Mrs. Coyle nodded, "Yes, we can do it," she said, stood up, grabbed her phone, and left the room.
Carter just stood there and shook his head.
