Sitting at breakfast the next day watching Angela deal with Meagan gave him an idea. He thought about it and all the pro's and cons for hours. He bare...y was able to respond to questions all morningAfter lunch, Angela finally cornered him in his office."Okay Mr. Forrester, what is bothering you? You have barely been here all morning and we have quite a bit of work to do today. If you don't get with it we may be here all night."John looked up at her and asked, "Angela, have you considered getting. She hates the fact that people assume she was with him for the money. She sad she loved him before she even knew he had money and it was not like she was broke growing up either. Her family was pretty well off and money was the last thing she thinks about when marrying someone. She then brought up the point that she feels a little bit excited that she was with me and that maybe other women would be jealous that someone as old as her will be with someone younger. I smiled and told her that I was. The next cuts across my cheek, his ring cutting the skin open. I laugh a little at that, as if I haven't bled enough this week. My laugh only seems to enrage him, and he motions his friends to let go of my arms.He shoves me back into the lockers, hard, and my head hits head, jarring my neck. I slide to the ground, still laughing weakly. It's just so stupid, so goddamn pointless. All of it. He's screaming at me to get up, and then he's kicking me. I shield my body a little, reflexively, gasping. “They’re from that law firm downtown,” he said. I looked at him like he was nuts. If she was at a law firm and working for them; then, she must’ve moved here. Now, I was in a quandary. I had to get out of there.I headed back to our table. I handed Steve his brew and waited for him to shoot. I kept my eye on the lawyers. She didn’t seem to notice me, not yet at any rate.We finished the game, call-shot eight ball. I made my apologies to Steve and headed out; oh yeah, and he won, well my mind was.