Silas
The bed in the guest room was shit, and I’d slept like shit and I’d gone to work the next morning feeling like shit.
Usually Paloma awoke before me every morning to make my breakfast, and I’d take a shower and get dressed to the lovely, comforting sounds of coffee percolating and bacon sizzling.
Now all I heard was a surprisingly loud snore emitting from the big master bedroom, and when I peeped in the open door, she was lying starfished across the king-sized bed.
“Serve you right if I did divorce you,” I said bitterly.
But she slept on.
How had she managed to pull the wool over my eyes so thoroughly? Was she even avirgin?
Angry, I contemplated agreeing to what Paloma wanted. But when I got to my office at the Capitol Building, waving aside my security and staff members, I was infuriated to realize my wife had added a little note to our shared Google calendar.
Silas Di Pietro, 8:00 am
Get a divorce
The hell! Absolutely not.
I refused anything of the sort.
My wife was not going to divorce me. If she wanted to be a bratty little dealmaker, I’d make a deal.
How much for things to go back to the way they used to be?
I worked distractedly on the upcoming budget. I didn’t care about any of this shit. Meals on Wheels?
They were going to have to give me some kickbacks if they wanted a line in this budget.
I was in no mood for this.
All my thoughts were on Paloma. What was she going to do next?
And I realized that for once in my career, I had no idea what to do. I just knew she was going to strike first.
So it shouldn’t have been a surprise when my Chief of Staff Mario Anton came rushing into the room.
“Boss,you need to look at this.”
“What the hell’s wrong?” I snarled.
“Yourwife—” he panted.
Shit.
He fumbled for the button and turned on the television sitting at the corner of my desk.
The local news was live-streaming at Le Aubergine, the hottest French restaurant in town.
But what would that have to do with my wife? She never went there.
But I knew who did!
That was the restaurant Whitleigh always went for her daily Cobb salad.
And suddenly, I saw her.
