First, Dad and I never exactly got on like a house on fire. He was the CIO of a large hedge fund which meant that he wasn’t around much. He travelle... to Europe regularly and commuted during the week to Manhattan for meetings.When he was home, he was either at the office working late or in his study with the door firmly shut. I tended not to see him except at breakfast or dinner, and then, the conversation was largely unbearable. Dad would inevitably turn to sport, our single subject of common. Most of the guys inthe office used this room as they were too lazy to go down the hall to themain toilet. It was larger than most cubicles and had a full length mirror on the wall. Today, I knew it was only Josh that had been in. The 6ft 2 tall, jet black haired tanned lead salesman - he was a few years older than me, obviously worked out and took good care of himself. The office girls swooned over him. He usually walked round in tight fitting shirts and pants to show off every bulge he had -. She looked up at me. Her eyes were red like she had been crying. She smiled at me and blew me a kiss. I blew one back at her and closed the door.I turned off the rest of the lights and climbed into my bed. It was weird. I couldn't remember sleeping alone for an entire night since meeting Tamara.I guess I only slept for a couple of hours. I was going to put Marie on a plane. I had gone for the past fourteen years putting her on a plane or dropping her off at her mom's. I missed some of the most. ”There were handshakes all around and as a secretary offered us drinks, business cards were exchanged. Mr. Volstead indicated we should sit and as Jamie had predicted, Ben left the room. Jamie had assumed that the partners would want to handle this privately and whatever came of it would, Jamie had also predicted, be under a complete non-disclosure agreement.“First of all,” Mr. Volstead said, “I want to assure you that no attorney in this firm, nor any employee, had direct knowledge of, nor.