Chapter 20Michael Constantine arrived home at 7:30 p.m. the day of his deposition. He was exhausted. The deposition had been grueling, and the board meeting about the case almost as bad. He walked into the kitchen and mixed a drink.
Victoria appeared at the kitchen door as he stared into his glass. She walked into the kitchen and looked at him tentatively. “How did the deposition go?” she asked, not really expecting him to be forthcoming.
He shook his head. “It was even worse than I thought it would be. I spent all day trying to answer as best I could without getting painted into a corner. I also had to work not to be pissed off at Kevin's lawyer, who is an aggressive son of a b***h. He keeps a straight face while turning the knife.” He took a drink from the glass. “And this was day one
