"Director Dickerson's professional abilities are well known in the industry. You're this." He gave me a thumbs-up.
"But when it comes to being a husband, you're this." He turned his pinky finger downward. "Lois learned quite a few tricks from me. Did she ever try them out on you?"
"Bet you want to hit me right now."
"Too bad. Sleeping with your wife isn't a crime, but assault is."
The corner of Owen's mouth curled upward. He didn't laugh out loud.
But that silent provocation and mockery was far more infuriating than any sound could have been.
Unfortunately for him, he didn't find a trace of anger on my face.
I calmly pulled out a flash drive and slid it across the desk toward him. "Take a look. I'm confident you'll find a different tone to speak to me in."
I never walked into a fight I wasn't prepared to win. I didn't come here to be humiliated.
I first saw Owen Black at a business summit three months ago. The moment I laid eyes on him, I felt he looked like my son. The longer I looked, the stronger the resemblance became.
After that, I had a paternity test done. It confirmed the boy wasn't mine. I used the three months that followed to conduct a thorough investigation.
By now, I had a detailed file on Owen Black.
He and Lois had been high school classmates. He later went abroad to study. After returning to the States, he married into the Hargrove family, becoming a live-in son-in-law to a powerful dynasty.
Vivienne Hargrove, the heiress of Starfall Media Group, was Owen's wife.
And he hadn't just been carrying on an affair with Lois. The flash drive held the proof. Some of the footage had been captured from perfect angles, recording every detail of Owen's infidelity with crystal clarity.
The color drained from Owen's face, inch by inch.
"If Ms. Hargrove saw these videos, how do you think she'd react?"
Owen wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Logan, listen, it takes two to tango. I'm a piece of shit, I admit it. But Lois is no saint either."
"She reached out to me first."
"We're both men here. You know how hard it is to turn down a woman who throws herself at you."
"Since we're both men," I said, "then you understand what it feels like to be cheated on, don't you?"
Owen's expression turned even uglier. He understood perfectly.