5
I knew perfectly well it was Lilian, but I put on a show of confusion. “What are you talking about? What super glue?”
My mother was equally bewildered. “Who would do that? I haven’t been in your car for ages.”
Mark’s gaze shifted from me to our mother, and seeing we were telling the truth, he turned to Lilian.
“I did it,‘ she admitted before he could even ask. “So what? If that slut likes sitting in another woman’s husband’s passenger seat so much, I thought I’d let her sit there a little longer. Maybe forever.”
Her confession was the last straw. Mark exploded.
“Are you sick?! What slut?! That was my boss’s son!”
I had to suppress a grin as I listened to Mark’s breakdown. He was spoiled rotten at home and a show–off at work. Ever since he bought his car, he’d driven it to the office every day to parade it around, often giving rides to colleagues and superiors to flaunt his generosity.
His boss’s car had broken down, and he was having trouble getting his young son to school. Mark, hearing this, had eagerly volunteered to help.
Lilian, assuming the adjusted seat was the work of a mistress, had slathered the passenger seat with a thick layer of industrial–strength adhesive. Anyone who sat on it would be stuck fast.
After dropping the boy off at school, Mark discovered he couldn’t get out of the car. His pants were glued to the seat. They pulled and tugged, but it was no use. The only solution was to take off his pants and get out
of the car naked from the waist down.
The little boy was in tears. The school entrance was crowded with people. It was utterly humiliating. Mark had to drive back to his boss’s apartment, where, inevitably, they both had to exit the car without their pants.
The boss was furious. His son was traumatized. If Mark could screw up something so simple, what use was he to the company?
Hearing the explanation, Lilian still didn’t believe it. “What boss’s son? You’re not his chauffeur! Stop lying to me!”
Mark was at his wit’s end. He grabbed her hand and started dragging her towards the door. ‘You don’t believe me? Fine! You can come with me to apologize to my boss!”
*I did nothing wrong! I’m not going!” Lilian struggled.
Just then, Mark’s phone rang. He answered immediately. “Mr. Laurent, I’m so sorry, my wife accidentally spilled the glue… I’ll come by to apologize properly… Mr. Laurent? Sir? Please, just give me one more chance….
Mr. Laurent!”
He hung up, his eyes filled with venom as he stared at Lilian. “I’ve been fired. Are you satisfied now?!”
Lilian’s eyes widened. “How was I supposed to know it was your boss’s son? Honey, you can’t blame me for this! I only did it because I love you so much! The passenger seat is my special place! How could you let someone else sit there?” She started to cry, wrapping her arms around him and trying to act cute.
“Get off me!” Mark was furious and immune to her charms. He shoved her away. ‘I treat you so well, and all you do is invent these paranoid fantasies! What more do you want from me?! First, you blind my mother, and now you get me fired! Are you doing this on purpose?!”
