Leo arrived not alone, but with Sheila—his secretary, and far more than that. He introduced her confidently as his “partner,” basking in the approving glances.
“You’ve done well for yourself, Leo,” colleagues said, admiring Sheila.
“As one should,” he replied smugly. “Especially when you’re about to become Vice President.”
Later in the evening, loosened by alcohol and ego, Leo spoke more freely than he should have.
“Best decision I ever made,” he said casually to a group nearby. “Leaving my ex behind. Total dead weight. A cripple. Couldn’t help at home, couldn’t help anywhere. I escaped just in time.”
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