Then, with a mischievous smile, he added, “You know, you’re the first woman Joseph has ever brought here for a meal.”
Vivica felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. “No, no, Mr. Murphy, you’ve misunderstood. I… I’m not some young girl. I have a three-year-old son. And Mr. Baird and I are just ordinary friends,” she explained frantically.
Sherman chuckled. “I trust my own eyes.”
Before Vivica could figure out how to pay, the driver had arrived. “Ms. Lynn, Mr. Baird asked me to drive you to work,” he said respectfully.
Vivica stood there, phone in hand with the payment screen open, looking from Sherman to the driver, completely at a loss.
Sherman gestured toward the exit. “Go on, don’t be late for work.”
Vivica knew it was a losing battle. She had no idea what Joseph was trying to do. He introduced her as a “friend,” yet he was so incredibly attentive and considerate. Was this how he treated all his friends?
Mortified and blushing, she finally gave in. After thanking Sherman profusely, she followed the driver out.
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Back in the private room, with only the two men left, the conversation became much more direct.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Joseph demanded, his face grim. “And what was all that about?”
Harvey, enjoying his meal, replied calmly, “I’m here to be your wingman! You should be thanking me, not interrogating me.”
“Wingman, my ass!” Joseph, normally so composed, snapped.
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