He just nods his head in reply to my question of whether I should sit down. He begins signing some papers on the table, a frown firmly in place on his face. I don't know what is wrong with this man. Did something make him mad at home, or is he just a terrible person who only acts sweet when he wants to get laid?
While I am mulling over my thoughts, the door opens and a woman with short black hair styled professionally comes into view. She is wearing a tightly fitted but formal dress, too short in my opinion. She walks elegantly in her impossibly high heels which I would never dream of wearing as they would make me fall. The woman is disturbingly pretty to be allowed to work near people's husbands.
Don't get me wrong, reader, I am not jealous. It is just an observation I have made.
"Goo
