A week after his heated argument with Clarice about the divorce, Jameson fell back into his old drinking habits. This time, Naomi refused to tolerate it and kicked him out of the house. With nowhere else to go, he moved from bar to bar, and by early evening, he was already thoroughly drunk.
A handsome young man approached Jameson with a friendly smile. "Hi," he greeted.
Jameson glanced at him briefly before dismissing him. "Sorry, I'm not gay."
"Oh, you misunderstood. I'm not either. You're Jameson Ford, right?"
Jameson narrowed his eyes, suspicious. "Who are you?"
"I'm Mike. Don’t you remember? I used to work at your uncle’s factory. You were the manager there. I even attended your wedding."
A smile finally spread across Jameson’s face. He did remember Mike, he had worked at his unc
