“What I want to know is,” said Bruce Weaver with a sneer in his voice, “how did this even get to the press in the first place?”
“That’s not really our main concern,” said Stan. He shot a glance at Anthony, who sat silently before what was basically his own jury. “I want to know why Anthony thought it prudent to use company funds to pay off his ex-wife and her—” Stan blushed a little before stuttering, “Her lover.”
“Leave my son out of this,” said Bruce. “He would never take money from the company like that.”
“Your son, might I remind you, was caught sleeping with my wife in my bed.” Anthony raised an eyebrow. “Ask him yourself if you’d like. I doubt he’d deny it.”
Bruce spluttered, but one of the board members touched his arm. Bruce sat back down, although Anthony was fairly certain th
