Larry was in the bathroom washing down aspirin with a mimosa, when Vivienne appeared in the mirror.
“You know you inherited the software business, right?”
Larry, juice and medicine in his mouth, just nodded.
“And that personal motto, the one you were reciting to the O’Hara’s niece?”
Larry turned to face his wife, but only because there was nowhere to run.
“I…
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