“Well, Mr.-” she began, her ruby lips parting to reveal perfectly set white teeth.
“Please,” he interrupted, “call me Brian. No need to be so formal.”
“Mr. Brian, then.” she chirped with a blushing smile.
“And your first name, Mrs. Galore?” he asked, laying on the charm and a toothy used car salesman’s grin.
“It’s Ms. Galore, actually.” she said under fluttering eye lashes. “Pussy Galore. Don’t laugh, my parents were huge James Bond fans and had cruel ideas about humor.”
“Oh, my.” he choked back a giggle under flushed cheeks. “I’m sorry.”
“No, don’t be sorry. Most people just use my middle name, Sandra.”
“Well, Sandra, nice to meet you.”
“Of course, Brian, nice to meet you. The reason I’ve brought you here is to discuss your children.”
“They’re great kids, aren’t they?”
“Yes, they’re very smart. It’s their home life we’ve had some issues with.”
“Home life?”
“Well, they seem to have issues with identifying their father. They argue about whether ‘Daddy’ is you or a ’LucanKnight.”
“What!?!” he stood and yelled.