Greg
“Where’s your girl, Anders?” Hays asked.
“She’s out with friends tonight,” I lied. What was I supposed to tell him, that my girl was on a date? She said she had a date last night and tonight. I can’t wait for tomorrow.
“Too bad. You have a f*****g hottie with that one. Smith and Georde tell me she bakes really well. Wouldn’t mind a taste.”
“What?” I asked, looking at him. Does he have a death wish?
“Her baking,” he said with a smile. f*****g jackass.
“Don’t you have a fiancé, Hays? Where is she?”
“Broke it off. She couldn’t handle the long hours.”
Or your wandering eye, I guessed.
Tonight I was at an amateur boxing match. Georde’s wife has a client who got all the partners' tickets. I looked around the room. There were a lot of people here. The partners of the firm, their w
