Damn, now I was in for it. With our top client talking so highly about family and the sanctity of marriage and our conversation leading into him thinking I must be married at my age, I played along with a little white lie. Well, now, I was in trouble. He was close and the deal was a multi-million proposition that would not only benefit my company but get me that corner office and sales director position I've sought since Joe Dickhead was canned for cheating the firm out of thousands. Me and my so-called wife were invited to join Charlie and his wife, Gwen, on a Bahama cruise. The deal would, of course, be struck before we got back into port. But the trip was next Friday and it was already Thursday, so I had just eight days to find a woman who would agree to roleplay ... for a nice bonus, of course. But who, who in the world would agree to such a proposition at such a short notice.
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