Clara walked into my office at half past six. My office was closed but that didn't stop her from sweet-talking the doorman. She was the kind of girl who could sell ice to eskimos. I poured a stiff drink for myself and another for myself. She took one of them. "I assume you have them? The pictures of her and my husband?" she asked. "You know what happens when we assume," I said. "We make an ass out of you and me. He's cheating on you, but not with Lydia."Source: http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Techcrunch/~3/CLjSm-FlGsM/
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