I rang the suite's doorbell and was told to come in. My wife was sitting on the couch in a grey suit and a white blouse.
As I walked into the room, I noticed that she was also wearing strappy black sandals with clear plastic heels, and shiny tan stockings. She stood up and gave me a dirty look. "How dare you fire us!" Looking at me with disappointment, she said, "Well, I'm off to lunch with the ladies. She's in there," pointing to the bedroom. She strode out, looking like a tramp from the knees down.
Amanda was on the bed, looking fabulous. She popped a bottle of champagne and poured two glasses. We toasted each other and discussed our next steps.
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