Grayson gazed lazily over the photographs that had been laid out neatly before him. There were not great quality, enough to cast doubts but also clear enough to see his sleek car parked outside the noted condo. One of the photographs even had someone that resembled him hugging a woman that was not her. He was almost apologetic when he spoke to her, his hand casually tending to the cigar between his lips. “Must we go through this, love?” He asked, not seeming bothered by the evidence. If anything Grayson did not feel the guilt of infidelity, more so guilty that he got caught.














