I raised my eyes from the photo and let the corner of my mouth curl into a grin. “Mind if I keep this?”
“That’s a copy,” he snapped.
“I’d still like to keep it.” I decided to lob the ball back into his court. “I’m sorry, Mr. Davies. I don’t understand why you think this picture should disturb me.”
“That young manyou’re kissing in this photo is a whore!”
“I would think that’s more my worry than the WBIS’s.” Than his. “And I still don’t see where you’re taking this.”
He was out of his chair so quickly it went spinning back to hit the wall behind him. “The WBIS frowns on its employees indulging in such activities.”
I took out my wallet and withdrew a slip of paper, which I handed to him.
“What’s this?” he demanded irritably.
“This is a list of the ladies who are available for a…mmm… how should I put this? A less than long-term relationship? It was supplied to me by Human Resources.”
“Women are perfectly acceptable! Men are not!”