"Director Dickerson's professional abilities are well known in the industry. You're this." He gave me a thumbs-up.
"But when it comes to being a husband, you're this." He turned his pinky finger downward. "Lois learned quite a few tricks from me. Did she ever try them out on you?"
"Bet you want to hit me right now."
"Too bad. Sleeping with your wife isn't a crime, but assault is."
The corner of Owen's mouth curled upward. He didn't laugh out loud.
But that silent provocation and mockery was far more infuriating than any sound could have been.
Unfortunately for him, he didn't find a trace of anger on my face.
I calmly pulled out a flash drive and slid it across the desk toward him. "Take a look. I'm confident you'll find a different tone to speak to me in."
I never walked into a fight I wasn't prepared to win. I didn't come here to be humiliated.
I first saw Owen Black at a business summit three months ago. The moment I laid eyes on him, I felt he looked like my son. The longer I looked, the stronger the resemblance became.
After that, I had a paternity test done. It confirmed the boy wasn't mine. I used the three months that followed to conduct a thorough investigation.