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"Pete, am I a swine?
"Sir," Pete said, confusion marring his face as he looked at Matthew through the rearview mirror.
"Am I a swine?" he repeated.
"No, sir."
"Then why did she call me a swine?" Pete shook his head a little, wondering whether there was a correct answer to this question.
"Who did, sir?"
"The one with the brown eyes,"
Pete's eyes twitched, and then he looked at him again through the mirror.
"Brenda?"
Matthew's shocked face should have been comical if Pete knew what the hell was happening to his employer.
"Who the hell is Brenda?"
"She is the tea girl on the third floor."
"Yeah, why would a tea girl call me a swine?"
Pete looked uncomfortable as he stopped the car in traffic. He didn't know what to say or do, but he hoped this conversation co
