Chapter 19Vivienne’s suite at the four seasons was every bit as impressive as expected.
“I didn’t ask, but do you both drink scotch?” she asked as we sat down.
“Definitely. That was one of the first things that brought us together,” Allen answered.
“Yes, he had ordered generic scotch,” I said with a laugh, “but I wouldn’t let it sit on the table, so I had the server take it away and bring a Glenlivet.”
“I was never able to order the expensive stuff.”
“Expensive scotch? If you ever come to my estate, Allen, I’ll let you sip the sixty-year-old Glenlivet.”
“My God! Just a sniff is worth over a hundred dollars. It sells for twenty-five thousand dollars a bottle. I tip-toe around the bar so I don’t accidentally knock it over,” Montie added.
“That isn’t scotch, that’s liquid gold,” Allen
