Not My Kids, Not My Life

ied in her throat. "

ious in my life," Michael

stammered, a flicker of uncertainty in her

His wife, Patricia, was the daughter of a minor stakeholder in Metro Motors, a connection tha

Michael heard

d approached Rick, tr

ul gossip from the sales off

reportedly sneered. "Are you ins

id it for us!"

half the damn management team. You think I want to marry someone with that kind of rep

en devastated

(and Michael' s) integrity for

, her eyes red-rimmed, her

s packing

whispered, her voice hoarse. "He

ond, just continued

, a desperate edge to her voice now. "Ple

gone, replaced b

ymore, Brenda," Michael s

ouse... th

don't expect much. I know what you did. And I'm sur

at Rick had only used her, and that M

grabbing his arm. "Don't do this! I

d. "Yes, you did. And now

suitcase and wa

Street for now," he said. It was a small, rundown pl

he closed the door on t

chael walked into Mr

'm resigning from Metro Mot

"Thompson? But why? Is th

g, sir," Michael said. "I'

xperienced in years. It was ter