Demoted and...

"I know everything. Sit down." she said cold and quietly into my ear as I froze in our embrace.

So that was her big news? I sat back down and took a long draw on my cigarette while she pulled out her own chair and sat down. She gave me the iciest stare I think a man could handle. Like an interrogator waiting for the right moment to begin. I was afraid my cigarette would extinguish itself from the chill directed our way.

"Tonight's jog was your last." She said. It was apparent that when she said she knew everything that there was a pretty good chance that she did know everything.

"I picked Riverside because we both know a lot of people here and your job is to look like you're enjoying yourself. I'm not asking for a divorce. Not yet. But there are going to be some changes. A lot of changes. You work for me now. You can tell your twit of a secretary to start looking for a new job. No... I'll do that. You get her desk, I get yours. I've let you run this business for five years and now it's my turn." She said in a way that made my suspect that it was rehearsed.

"I have receipts, Tim. I have receipts for Victoria's Secret, plastic surgery, a fucking Audi!" She said, trying to keep her voice quiet while she made clear how much she knew. "I drive an Accord and you bought your fucking secretary fuck toy an Audi? Fertility treatment is too expensive but you can buy new tits for your side dish slut?"

I tried not to smile as I mulled over Carrie calling Andrea a "side dish". Andrea was an entree of epic proportions. If Andrea was a juicy bloody rare sirloin, Carrie was probably something like cold peas.

"And I swear to God, Tim, if you got her pregnant I'm going to slice off your fucking balls. We've been trying for six years. Six years! I count the days until I'm fertile and you can't even..." She trailed off, sitting back in her chair and reaching for my pack of cigarettes as our waitress brought us our bottle of Cabernet. Carrie had quit five years ago when we were scraping money together to start Plastech. Under the circumstances, I could understand the need for a little nicotine.