Olivier’s jaw fell open at the old man’s admission, “bullshit.”
“Not bullshit. It’s the truth. The secretary your grandmother thought I was screwing around with, well, let’s just say she batted for the opposite team. Even if I’d made a play for her, which I wouldn’t, all the money in the world wouldn’t have her switch-hitting. It’s why I kept her on so long.” He took a long sip of his drink, “I love my wife. I didn’t when I married her and I lusted after what I shouldn’t have for a long time with Waterman’s girl, but really, I just wanted a son. He got the son.” He gave a loud belly laugh, “he got a son who bakes cream puffs for a living.”
“Soren’s a great guy.”
“Who bakes cakes.”
“He’s a great guy.” Olivier gritted his teeth.
“Did you know he’s screwing your cousin?”
Olivier refuse
