I Put One Envelope Beside the Father of the Bride

doing.

“Can we talk?” he asked.

“Not here.”

He nodded.

Behind him, Preston gathered the papers with stiff hands. “This conversation is over.”

Neal Brogan’s voice came from table twelve.

“No, Preston. The conversation starts Monday at nine. Bring your counsel.”

I hadn’t even seen Neal arrive. He was short, bald, and wore a tuxedo like he’d rented it after continue reading …