Not My Kids, Not My Life
ied in her throat. "
ious in my life," Michael
stammered, a flicker of uncertainty in her
His wife, Patricia, was the daughter of a minor stakeholder in Metro Motors, a connection tha
Michael heard
d approached Rick, tr
ul gossip from the sales off
reportedly sneered. "Are you ins
id it for us!"
half the damn management team. You think I want to marry someone with that kind of rep
en devastated
(and Michael' s) integrity for
, her eyes red-rimmed, her
s packing
whispered, her voice hoarse. "He
ond, just continued
, a desperate edge to her voice now. "Ple
gone, replaced b
ymore, Brenda," Michael s
ouse... th
don't expect much. I know what you did. And I'm sur
at Rick had only used her, and that M
grabbing his arm. "Don't do this! I
d. "Yes, you did. And now
suitcase and wa
Street for now," he said. It was a small, rundown pl
he closed the door on t
chael walked into Mr
'm resigning from Metro Mot
"Thompson? But why? Is th
g, sir," Michael said. "I'
xperienced in years. It was ter
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