One-sided Fight

Pleased by the flattery, Ferguson chuckled. ‘Maybe not now. But a couple of years ago, Mr Kieran Valentine ran one of the largest companies in Lisbern while I was languishing behind bars.’ ‘So? He’s not running any company now, is he?’ The woman gave Kieran a dismissive once-over. ‘Look at him, he’s acting like a three-year-old.’ I shot her a baleful glance. ‘Mr Ferguson, if I recall correctly, you were sentenced to a decade in prison. How did you get out in just three years?’ I said to the woman, ‘In case you were unaware, your boyfriend here was convicted of sexual harassment and outrage of modesty. He sexually assaulted a model when she was sixteen. If I were you, I’d be more careful.’ ‘Don’t listen to her,’ Ferguson said to his date. ‘I won’t, honey. She’s just jealous of me,’ the woman cooed next to his ear. I rolled my eyes. ‘Whatever. Mr Ferguson, I don’t know how you got your early release. But it would be a simple matter for me to find out the name and contact of your parole o