Mr. Wallace’s mind raced with thoughts while he awaited his order at the restaurant. His company was on the verge of bankruptcy. His rival had sued him in retaliation for seducing his wife for a business deal, and he knew he wouldn’t win. The firm’s lawyer had declined to take the case because he couldn’t afford him now.
“It’s probably the last royal dinner I’ll ever have,” the older man murmured. The restaurant where he awaited his dinner was a fine dining establishment with flaxen halogen lamps adorning its corners.
