Page 7 of Marrying My Ex's Boss

“Talking to your twin again?”

“How did you…”

“You squirm around a lot and get this look of concentration on your face when you two are conversing.”

Well damn, now he’s gone and done it. He's the first adult to accept Justice and recognize when he was in attendance. Now that attention-seeking bitch is going to be putting his ass on display every chance he gets.

I’ve heard of some people calcifying their twin in the womb, but mine has to live in my head like a damn maniac that jumps out at you when you least expect it.

“Thanks for the clothes. How did you get them?”

“I had them delivered.”

“You… you had them delivered. I know that store. They don’t open until ten. What the hell time is it?” I looked at my watch because maybe I was mistaken. “Seven o’ damn clock in the morning. How’d you do that?”

“You’ll have to ask my Man Friday.”

“Huh?”

“Carl, he’s my driver, head of security, and everything else you can imagine.”

“What does he have to do with it?”

“I don’t know what he does. I just tell him what I need, and he gets it.”

He popped a tomato in his mouth like this was normal. “Do you do that kind of thing often?”

“Yeah, why?” So he’s the idiot kinda rich. The ones that have never seen the inside of a supermarket.

“I don’t know, maybe because it’s not fucking normal.”

“I don’t see why not. What say if I want to have my favorite steak at ten-thirty, but the place closed at ten? I’ll show up anyway because a hefty tip always makes the pain go away. In fact, that’s how I met one of my favorite people.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, Monique.”

“Who’s that?” Why do I feel jealous?

“She’s my personal assistant. I walked into this restaurant one time, about ten minutes after the closing. Carl had a word with the manager and showed him this special card he uses that opens all doors to anyone in the Devereaux clan, and we were let in.”

“This black woman in her early thirties and late twenties dropped the bread basket on the table and then lit into me. She called me an inconsiderate prick; she needed to get home to her son, and she wasn’t about to keep her baby waiting because of some idiot cracker who didn’t know how to tell time.”

“She got fired on the spot, and I hired her.”

“Just like that?”

“Just like that. I like strong, opinionated people; when I hired her, she looked at me like I was crazy until she saw the name on the card I’d handed her. She’s been with me ever since. That baby, as she called him when he was fifteen, is in his second year of Pre-Med, and he got to see the world at his age.”

“How long ago was this?”

“Five years now, she’s been running my life. You two will get along great.”

“Who said we were ever going to meet?”

“I do! I say, did you think I was playing last night on the beach? Five minutes, that’s all the time you’re getting after your divorce. I’ve already scoped out the courthouse in your jurisdiction. It’s a tie between The Bennet or The Waverly.”

He's a full-blown nut job.

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