Ryan belched.
Micah, frowning, moved further away from him.
‘Come on.’ Ryan reached for another bottle of wine. ‘Let me drown my sorrows.’
He took a swig, his cheeks flushed red. ‘My old man grounded me. Can you believe it?’
He pointed at himself. ‘I, an adult, got grounded by my dear old dad just because I made a mistake.’
‘Your mistake cost your dad’s company twenty million dollars,’ Micah pointed out.
The proof for Mendez Enterprise’s tax evasion was solid.
Eugene Mendez had to pay the fine to avoid jail time.
In Micah’s view, Ryan had gotten off easy.
‘Not my fault.’ Ryan pouted. ‘I didn’t ask him to cook the books.’
‘But you picked on the wrong person.’
‘I didn’t pick on her!’ Ryan protested. ‘I was just trying to teach that woman a lesson. Darya Mil
