The waiter had already lost patience. He grabbed his walkie-talkie.
"Manager Gray, we've got a dine-and-dasher here."
Antony Gray arrived with a police officer in tow.
"Sir, you'll need to come with us."
I tried to explain, but to them it was nothing but excuses.
They took me to the station to file a report. That was when my buddy finally called back. Twenty minutes later he showed up, settled the bill on my behalf, and I was free to go.
I paused outside the station doors and looked back at the building. A laugh escaped me before I could stop it.
The sole heir to Henson Enterprises, hauled into a police station because he couldn't pay a dinner tab.
If word got out, people would laugh themselves sick.
All this time, my ambition had been simple: be a good husband. Support Fiona. Play the dutiful partner while she built her empire as the powerful businesswoman she wanted to be.
I never imagined that after I lifted her to the top, the first person she'd cut down would be me.
I'd made the wrong choice from the very beginning.
When I got home, a pair of men's dress shoes sat by the front door.
The same pair Job had been wearing tonight.