CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE“So, your wife won’t take over?” I asked.
“My wife will benefit from a trust fund I’ve established that will protect my assets from estate taxes. I’m sure, as an attorney, you’re familiar with such things.”
I was, indeed, familiar with such things. I just didn’t do that kind of work. I found it intensely boring, for one thing. For another, I had no clients with the kind of moolah Bower had in abundance.
“Yes, I am,” I said. I kept my response short, the way they teach you in law school.
“My wife is anything but a business woman. My daughter, on the other hand—”
He stopped short as the door swung open. A brassy blonde pushing her mid forties sashayed in. Her tight purple Capri pants hugged ample hips; a red, purple, and yellow Hawaiian shirt completed the ensemble.
