Lorraine grabbed my arm.
“You will not humiliate this family over two little slaps.”
I pulled away from her.
“Two little slaps?”
She lowered her voice.
“A wife learns when to stop provoking her husband.”
Whatever sympathy I still had disappeared with that sentence.
I turned toward the hotel manager.
“Please stop alcohol service to the Mercer party. My company is the contracting client. No additional charges are authorized.”
Daniel’s expression immediately changed.
“What are you doing?”
“Stopping my money from financing my own humiliation.”
He followed me into the
