Chapter 32

• Victoria understands how to play house, especially for a woman who has only lived with one man—me—and has never been married.
• I'm in the villa's dining room, surrounded by at least ten folders, three phones, and two laptops. I should be studying the Madrid project, looking into the specifics of the report, and figuring out why the Miami affordable housing complex deal fell through, but all I can think about is the sound of Victoria cooking. She went to the shop, where she appeared to buy everything in the produce and half the meat sections, and now she's preparing something that smells like pork.
• She's humming softly and lyrically now, and the stove is making chopping noises and beeping noises. She had never hummed while in the kitchen. My tummy growls.