Blackwells intro

Leanna tapped her foot impatiently. He was late again always late. A waiter passed and she stopped him taking the botttle of wine he was carrying and pouring her own glass. The waiter tried to protest but she shut him up with a death glare and he scurried away. She checked her cell phone. Nothing. She called him again. He answered on the third ring. “ yes my most wonderful wife, light of my life.” He said smoothly. “ don’t sweet talk me you bastard.” She seethed “ where the fuck are you? You were supposed to meet me at the country club half a hour ago!” A elderly couple at the table next to her gave her a look that she returned with flared nostrils. “ I’m doing my best darling but you know how these old men love to talk.” He did not sound like he was trying at all. Even the way he said his sentence was slow and drawn out. “ if you are not here in the next five minutes I’m going to max your shot out and buy everybody in this place the most expensive shit I can.” He just chuckled at her. “ yes love I understand” and with that he hung up on her. She tossed her phone on the table and finished her glass before pouring another one. It wouldn’t bother him if she did what she had threatened. It would barley be a blemish in his wallet. She hated him.