TysonI tapped my pen on the yellow pad sitting atop my desk. Mae was still not talking to me. I didn’t blame her. I fucked up. The funeral was tomorrow. I only found out because I saw the obituary in the paper. The family sure as hell wasn’t talking to me.“Hello?” I answered my cell phone with no enthusiasm.“Wow, that doesn’t make a man feel welcome,” Alec said.“Sorry,” I mumbled. “It’s been a shitty couple of days.”“What’s going on?”“The Louvre wants to buy the museums,” I told him.“What? Are you fucking kidding me?”“No, I’m very serious,” I told him. “I just got back Sunday night, or morning. Fuck if I know when I got back.”“They want to buy you out?” he questioned.“Yes.”He laughed. “You sound pretty damn excited about that.”“It’s not been a great couple of days.”“You went to France?” he questioned.“Yes. They gave me a big presentation, showing me what my shit would look like in their big, fancy museum. He gave me a private tour.”“That definitely sounds awful,” he sai
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