Claudia. I ducked my head and smiled inwardly.
"I apologize, Claudia. You are right, but I'm not blind and Olivia is very beautiful, I must say. Would you ladies like something to drink?" He sat down after we were seated and waved the waitress over.
"We will both take a Cosmo." Claudia didn't even think to ask what I wanted. I've never had a Cosmo. I rarely drink, but when Derek and I would go to dinner, I would usually have a glass or two of white wine. I guess Claudia noticed me shuffling my feet, because she reached over and patted my hand and gave me a reassuring smile.
"Ok Paul, let’s hear it. Why are you upset this week?" I could tell by Claudia's tone that she really didn't want to meet with him this evening.
"Claudia? What has you all up in a tizzy? I'm just asking you to do your job. I got a call from Denise's attorney this afternoon, still asking for half of my assets and she wants at least 100 million, before she will settle. I'm a little upset about it." He looked like he was about to cry right there in
front of us. I felt sorry for him, until I heard what he said next.
"Marissa and I just want this over, so we can get on with our lives. I wasted twenty years with that woman and gave her four kids that she has turned against me and I just want to be done! I want to keep my chateau in Tuscany. Marissa really loves that place and I want to keep the house in Malibu, the penthouse in Miami, and my penthouse here. I'll give her the lake house in Tahoe, the house she's living in now, and $500,000 a month for child support and alimony, but that's it! Nothing more than that!"
He actually looked Claudia in the eye after saying that load of crap. How many homes does he own? I assume Marissa is his girlfriend and was probably his mistress. No wonder Claud calls him a Piece of Shit!
"Paul, to be fair, there's not a judge in the whole United States that is going to go along with your request. You refused to have her sign a prenup and she has witnesses to that. How about we try to come up with some numbers here? Will it really hurt you to just give her $100 million? That's like a drop in the bucket for you!" I can tell that she really can't stand this man and I can't imagine anyone wanting to be anywhere around him. He looks to be in his late forties, rather handsome, but that's about as far as it goes. UGLY on the inside! I wonder how old Marissa is. That made me smile. She's probably barely twenty-one and has him at her beck and call.
"Claudia! That is not acceptable. They don't call me Paul Orville Scott for nothing!" I was taking a drink of my cosmo when I heard his full name and spit it out. He really is a P.O.S.
Even his initials say he is. He frowned at me and continued on his rant to Claudia. “I always get what I want! So you need to get with her lawyer and offer him this deal and let me know what he says." I looked at Claudia and she had her fake smile on, but she looked like she was about to hit someone.
"Ok Paul. I will call him first thing Monday morning and make the offer. If that's what you want me to do, then I'll do it." And that was the look of Claudia swallowing crow that was looking at me. Me personally? I would have told him to kiss it where the sun doesn’t shine and maybe thrown a drink in his face. I feel so sorry for his future ex-wife, Denise. I don't know if I would want to take him to the cleaners or take whatever he offered and never speak to him again.
"Now, that's my girl. I knew you would get this done!" He winked at Claudia and then he looked up towards the doorway and waved at someone and then waved them over. Oh surely we aren't getting another drink. I could tell that she is ready to go, because she looks rather miffed and apologetic to me. Claudia raises her head up to see who the POS is looking at and she gets a huge smile on her face, and jumps up out of her seat and starts running across the bar yelling, "Cash! Omg Cash!" She jumps into the arms of a rather tall dark headed