@page { margin-bottom: 5.000000pt; margin-top: 5.000000pt; } Chapter 1Although the day was uncommonly beautiful for March in Oklahoma City, Tyler Moriatti wasn’t feeling it. The blessing bestowed upon his $4000 Armani suit by a bird in flight first thing this morning should have been a sign that things would not be going smoothly today. At the tender age of forty, he felt that he should be above letting a little bird shit dictate how his day would go. He wasn’t. For the third time that week he was running late on account of his daughter. He could pretend all he wanted that no woman would ever control him. Cecile knew different. She knew that as his only child she was his life and quite often used that fact to get her way with him. Lucky for him, she had turned out to have one of the biggest hearts a person could have and didn’t take advantage of him as often as she could have. Between the increased demands of his growing business and his personal contributions to Cecile’s upcoming birthday party, he was seriously going through it. His mood was sour. He could feel his blood pressure rising, resulting in his head throbbing. Part of his current disposition was due to his aversion to tardiness. He strongly believed that such poor behavior could never have propelled him from the days of relying on public transportation to having his very own personal driver. Waiting on others and being waited on were two pet peeves of his. The recent increase in dealings with his ex-wife, Abby, as Cecile’s eighteenth birthday drew nearer was more than likely another factor influencing his present state of being. He found it ironic that he had fled New York City, after she left him for another man, only to end up having more contact with her lately than he ever had during their fleeting marriage. Although when she first left he felt the sting of rejection from a failed marriage, he had to admit that he was somewhat relieved that it had happened. Within a year of marriage he had started to sense a darkness within her. He thought he might be paranoid, but his suspicions of her grew to the point where he had almost sought out the protective hands of his powerful family. Eighteen years later, those ominous feelings hadn’t completely dissipated. “I still can’t believe that I actually fell for a Bona fide dragon lady,”
