The Leinster estate was a fortress of glass and steel, cold and imposing, much like the man who owned it, Adam Leinster.
The man had just returned from a meeting. Marie, his second wife, was still awake in the living room, her cell phone in her hand. She stood up immediately when Adam walked past her.
Marie frowned at the strong smell of alcohol. She knew what kind of meetings always took up her husband's time, meetings where men got together for the same pleasure under the pretext of work.
Marie knew, from the beginning of her marriage, that she would never get Adam's full attention. She was just a substitute, and she was fine with that. Adam gave her plenty of things to enjoy by herself.
Marie grabbed the bag from Adam's hand and followed him to the bedroom. Even with the strong smell of alcohol, Adam still seemed sober. So she plucked up the courage to speak.
"Did the meeting go well?" Marie asked, putting down the bag and helping the man remove his slightly messy tie.
