LORRAINE'S POV

"To what do I owe the honour of your delightful presence?" my ex-husband questions, getting uncomfortably close. "You can have whatever dish you would like inside of my presidential suite," he offers.

"I am not here for your dishes," I respond.

"Your friend came to see me for a job," he says, gesturing at Jessica who appears to be sweating in my dress.

I am not an idiot to believe that she sneaked out of my apartment so early to meet him for a job. And what's wrong with the one she has?

"She didn't say anything about a job," I say.

"That's because I thought you would...