Instead, she chuckled, like I'd said something mildly amusing.
"All this fuss over a couple of bottles of wine?" she said, like I was the one being ridiculous. Don't you think you're overreacting, Troy?"
Then, to justify everything, she added, "Archie's not around right now. What's wrong with me showing some respect to his father on his behalf?"
As if that made it okay.
Before I could answer, she grabbed two cases of Romanée-Conti and shoved them into my arms like she tossed me a bone.
"There. Happy now?" Margaux asked. "So, still divorcing?"
I didn't hesitate. I looked her right in the eye.
"Yeah," I said. "Still divorcing."
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She gave a short, humorless laugh. "Fine. Then go home and talk it over with your older brother, Gerard. If you can get his approval, we'll talk."
Afterward, Margaux gestured to her bodyguards and walked away without a word, her heels tapping on the marble as they carried off the remaining wine.
She didn't even look back.
I stared at the two cases of wine in my hands.
Then, they turned around and dumped them straight into the trash.
Without a second thought, I pulled out my phone and called the one man who could make this official.