Seventy-Three Thousand Dollars in Phony Medical Bills, Paid for a Pregnant Replacement
“She moved thirty-six months of my company’s money,” I said.
“That part isn’t my call anymore.”
His jaw tightened.
He turned his wrist over, and the diamond tennis bracelet slid out from under his cuff and cast a tiny white star on the wall behind him.
“That’s platinum,” he said.
“Know what I paid for it?
More than your first car cost.”
“You wore it to a fraud mediation.”