LAYERS OF ONE MAN

KAREN

Set in the center of the table was Filet Mignon truffle and by the side of it, mashed potatoes and roasted Asparagus. All stared at me almost in a way of trying to elicit guilt from me.

For the upteenth time, I stuck my fork into it but couldn't muster the courage to guild it into my mouth. Instead I reached for the glass of Cabernet Sauvignon and had a sip. How much longer did I have to stay before taking my leave so I don't look rude?

It wasn't that the food wasn't nice, at least from how appealing it looked.

But having Collins Morgan seated across me tightened my stomach. I wanted so badly to get into his head and figure out what he was planning.

He had barely said a few words all the way down here, if I counted. Yet he ate with relish.

His mood and demeanor took a drastic turn when he called his secretary to find out the reservation spot. I didn't hear what his secretary said at the other end as I was behind him. But he had cussed out his secretary and acted almost viol