Chapter 66

But Morrison pretended as if Vic had a choice. “Could you maybe do it again?” he asked, giving Vic the same hound-dog expression Sadie used on Matt whenever she wanted a treat. “It’s just one night, you know? I’ll…I don’t know, I’ll double your Christmas bonus, how’s that?”

Actually, that sounded pretty sweet. Given Vic’s tenure with the company, his bonus was already a nice chunk of change, and to double it…put that into savings, and he and Matt might have to start getting serious about buying a house.

“What do you say?” Morrison asked.

“Double my usual bonus?” Vic wanted to clarify.

Morrison nodded. “The party’s Saturday. How about it?”

Vic shrugged. “All right. When should I pick up the suit?”

“Right now.” Morrison nodded past Vic, who turned and saw the familiar red suit trimmed with white fur hanging in a plastic dry cleaning bag behind the office door. “You know, I think red’s your color.”