Fairchild.

My team had the paperwork drawn.

I was prepared to sign it Monday morning.” Thaddeus the elder sagged with relief — “Oh, thank God” — and Zachary let him have exactly one second of it.

“I was prepared to sign it,” he went on, his voice dropping, “until I walked into this room and watched the father of the bride stand at a microphone and mock my wife while she stood there covered in wine.

I don’t do business with that kind of cruelty.