...The bookstore manager seized Thomas Morrow's arm, his voice low but firm. "Sir, please keep it down. You're disturbing the other readers."Thomas's eyebrows twisted into knots of rage. He jerked his arm free with a violent shake, growling, "Didn't you hear me? I'm your boss's boyfriend, and you want me to whisper? I can get you fired in a minute!"He smoothed the wrinkles from his silk cuffs, then cast a disdainful glance at my simply short-sleeved shirt. "That kid and his father are clearly contagious. Clear the store and sanitize every surface."His arrogance was staggering.My son, Simon Hays, hadn't uttered a word or coughed once. He was quietly reading and hadn't affected anyone.This guy was deliberately causing trouble.The manager rolled his eyes discreetly, then leaned in close to me and whispered, "Sir, shall we escort this lunatic, who's impersonating you, out of the store?"I shook my head calmly. The blatant discrimination against Simon already had my blood boi
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