“Did you get everything that I said, Mr. Cartwright?” I ask as I grab some fries on a plate in the middle of the table, but Mr. Cartwright’s gaze is clearly on Beverly’s cleavage.
“Come again? I mean, could you repeat what you said?” Mr. Cartwright asks blankly.
Beverly giggles and her tight red fleece sweater jiggles along with her. Her long brown hair does little to hide her bountiful assets. Yesterday, I told her to wear something smart casual, but clearly, she has other things in mind than looking smart for my client.
Madelyn sure really knows how to pick them.
It’s a cloudy morning at Linguini’s as Mr. Cartwright, Beverly, and I enjoy brunch with some french toast, coffee, and a side of fries on an exterior table of the restaurant. T
