you lied.” She stared at me. “You misunderstood an innocent friendship, humiliated me because I was jealous, and then apologize. Publicly.”
“I’ve come to make you an offer,”
“No,” I said.
“Get off our porch,” Irvin added.
Vanessa smiled. “You have until tomorrow morning to reconsider.”
She left the wine on the railing and walked home. The door had barely closed when Irvin rubbed both hands over his face.
“Don’t get mad at me,” he said, “but we should at least think about it.”
“You have until tomorrow morning to reconsider.”
I stared at him.
“We know the truth,” he continued. “She knows the truth. Why risk your business over an apology nobody important would believe?”
“Because then she learns she can hurt us until we say whatever she wants.”
“And if we don’t, you could lose six years of work.”
Neither argument was ridiculous. That was the problem.
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