Suddenly, a hand crashes down onto James’ shoulder. The jolt brings me back to my senses. I take a step back.
James turns around and we see his father, Harold Yvain-Cadieux, staring at us. Seconds ago, I was in heaven with James… and now I’ve seized up with fear…
“Can you explain to me what you’re doing, James? Do you realize you’re dancing with an employee in front of everyone?”
“Yes? What’s the big deal? I don’t see what the problem is…”
“Well, I do! But if you can’t understand… the very least you could do is dance properly! Don’t make me ashamed of you, James. Remember who you are! You’re embarrassing me!”
James turns to me with a sad smile on his face. I know he’s on my side. “All right, I’ve heard enough. I get it. No need to push it.”
James looks me, turning his back to his fat
