High-end suits always come with a shirt clip, and I’d just seen Nigel wearing one. He had proudly said that the gift was just a small gesture, not matching the value of the expensive suit.
Now, Lindsay was using the same gift to try to calm me down. The irony wasn’t lost on me.
I took the box and tossed it into the trash in front of her. "Anything else? I’m going to bed."
Lindsay’s expression darkened. "Don’t be so ungrateful! I’m trying to make peace, and you throw it back in my face! What else do you want from me?"
I slammed the divorce agreement on the table. "Signing this would be the best thing you could do."
Lindsay stared at me, stunned, her eyes wide in disbelief. "What do you mean?"
I looked at her directly. "Do I really need to explain? I want a divorce."
Lindsay's eyes burned with fury. "You want to cause trouble, don’t you? You’re doing all of this just to make me fire Nigel, but I won’t do it!"
"Not only will I not fire him, I’ll promote him and give him a raise. I want him to climb higher than you!" she snapped.
I couldn’t help but applaud her imagination. "You really know how to stretch the truth," I replied.