“He’s such a nice man,” Laurel said with an almost-wistful tone.
“Nice?” Saying that was like eating sand.
She nodded. “Did you know he has a cat named Big Kitty? Tomorrow Big Kitty, or BK as Marv calls him, is having surgery. Marv’s worried. You should send him flowers.”
“The cat?”
She sighed. “No, Marv.”
Brett rubbed the back of his neck. “Why would I do that?”
“For the same reason you had this party. To show your premium clients how much they mean to MGI.”
Brett rubbed his chin this time. “You think this would make a difference to Marvin Crenshaw?”
“An enormous difference.” The sincere tone of her voice told Brett she was serious. “That cat means everything to him. If you’ve had issues with Marv in the past, that’s because he’s a lonely old man wanting some attention. Make him f
