“They set me up,” he shouted.
I stood by the kitchen sink.
“Who did?”
“Nathan Brooks. That self-righteous bastard.”
He paced furiously.
“This happened because of you.”
I almost laughed.
The statement was so absurd that it no longer had the power to hurt.
“I lost my career because you embarrassed me.”
“No,” I replied calmly. “You lost your career because of your own actions.”
His face darkened.