Lark leaned forward on the sofa where she was reviewing a file for her father and scratched her temple in confusion. “Is this for real?”
“Yes.”
“You manage all of his legal affairs?”
“I do.”
“Including patents?”
“Yup.”
“Dad, you manage the patents for dildos on behalf of Max Villeneuve?” Incredulity coated her words. Wasn’t he mortified? Max was like an adopted kid to him. She pulled her nose back in disgust.
Her father chuckled not looking up from his own work at his desk. “Several patents. The one which is Bluetooth controlled, shaped like a squid head with multiple appendages is one of my favorites in terms of shock value for the patent office. Apparently, he can’t keep it in stock.”
“Multiple appendages?”
“Multiple bendable appendages. When Olivier and I asked him where he got
