Dusk has rolled down without me noticing. I'm here at the front door, watching as Atlas enters the gate in his bugatti. When he reaches the parking space, I make my way in his direction and stand at his car, hands clasped in front of me and head downcast as I wait for him to climb out. He turns off the engine of the car, opens the door to the driver's seat, and slides out. I look up to him and smile. He hands me his briefcase as he fixes his neck tie, smiling back at me.
When I thought he was alone, I watch as he rounds the car and opens the door to the passenger seat. I just realised that there's a woman sitting there. She slides out and snakes her arms around Atlasʼ neck, kissing him. She is clad in high-waisted denim short and craptop. She has blond hair, and an engagement ring around
