Dominic stood up slowly, his face like stone, and the entire patio went quiet as people realized he wasn’t going to let it slide this time. He looked at every man at the table and then turned his gaze toward Philip with a cold intensity that seemed to drop the temperature ten degrees.
PART 3
“That is quite enough of your lies,” Dominic said, and his voice cut through the air like a blade. “I have sat here for months watching you take credit for work you are completely incapable of doing yourself.”
Philip tried to laugh it off, though his face was starting to turn a deep shade of red as he gripped his beer bottle tightly. “Hey, Dominic, don’t be a killjoy, we’re all just having a little fun here,” Philip stammered.
“No, you are humiliating your wife to hide your own mediocrity, and it’s pathetic,” Dominic countered while stepping closer to the grill. He announced to the entire group that Isabella had been the lead consultant at his top restaurant for months and had single-handedly saved their failing sales.