Rich old man and my wife
by aceRICH OLD MAN AND MY WIFEThe first time I met him was at a staff party; everyone waspretty shocked when he turned up, he was a billionaire media mogul after all,and we were just a small newspaper he'd obtained when he bought a bigger outfitin Chicago thatowned us.But there he was, in the flesh, right in our grimy littleoffice.He spent most of the evening talking to my wife.Now Joyce was never a woman who stopped traffic, she wasn'tin the same league as the models he was normally associated...