Chapter 47

Rainer’s POV

"Speak of the devil," I said. "Were you?" my brother asked. 

"I'm glad one of your colleagues pointed out those crow's feet. Television shows all the flaws. You tell them I can fix all that in an hour?" I groaned. 

"What do you want, Evan?" "Oh, so now my baby brother thinks he's the best because he was on television?" Evan sighed. 

"I keep telling you a real reputation can't be built on bottles of champagne." 

"Are you trying to sell me Botox injections again or what?" I asked. 

"Nope. I'm just calling to show you how a real Maxwell makes the grade. Have you seen my review in the Best of the Bay? All the top critics are calling me the new face of plastic surgery," Evan said. 

I dropped an elbow on my desk and leaned on it hard. 

"Father must be so proud." 

"Yes, exactly. The old man's taking me out for a celebratory dinner tonight. You want in?" I ground my teeth.