"Amanda…and you are?"
"Cornelius, but call me Neil."
"Well, nice to meet you, Neil." She beckoned the bartender, who looked to be preparing to close the bar. "An Appletini, please."
"Sure thing Miss."
"So like I was saying, we have a lot in common. Just be glad you were able to confront your wife."
"Girlfriend," Neil corrected.
"Well, be glad you were able to get some type of closure from your girlfriend. Nothing is worse than coming home to a Dear Jane letter after eight years of marriage."
"Eight years, and all dude left you with was a note? That's foul."
Almost as foul as finding your woman getting banged with a 14-inch dildo by her best friend. Neil wouldn't dare share this tidbit with the two strangers.
"Yes…a frigging note," Amanda chimed through his horrid recollection of that night.
"All I can say is dude must have been blind to up and leave you like that." Neil figured there was more to the story.
"Yes, he was. I gave my life to him." Amanda dried a lone tear that threatened to run down her cheek. "But it's his loss."
"That's how I look at it, too." Neil gulped the last of his drink and asked the bartender for his tab.
"It was nice talking to you. Here's my card if you ever need someone to talk to. Like you said, misery loves company." He handed Amanda the tiny card and smiled.
"Why, thank you. I will be putting this to use."
When he walked off, she looked at the card. "Hey, wait a minute! You work for Naytek. You're the Cornelius Johnston, the vice president at Naytek?"
"That's me."
"I'm Amanda Broady. I start work there next Monday, and I hear you are going to be my boss."
"Really? So you're Christian's niece?"
"Yes."
"Well, I'll be seeing you," Neil said as he left the bar. He needed to get home ASAP before he passed out. He staggered to the curb and hailed a cab.
With Neil out of sight, she looked at the card once more. "Oh, you most definitely will be seeing me."