"So are you going to give me the details on that hunky football player or what?" Grace leaned forward and placed her elbows on my desk.
"Not without a few drinks in me." I smiled as I pulled a bottle of our favorite brandy from the cabinet at the back of my office.
Grace shook her head in disapproval, tapping her finger on the nonexistent watch on her wrist.
"None of that; it's five o'clock somewhere. Besides, this is a tradition." I poured two glasses of brandy and passed one to her. "You and I have shared a glass of this after every one of our Homewrecker Incorporated engagements, and since we both just finished jobs, that means two glasses each. You wouldn't want to jinx our 100 percent success rate after all these years, now would you?"
She let out a dramatic sigh as I raised my glass.
"To Homewrecker Incorporated: conquering the world one cheating asshole at a time."
She lifted her glass to mine with the other hand perched on her hip. "And getting paid in the process!"
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