Dominico
Josephine resumed work last week against my decision. I told her to wait till the baby comes, but when you’re married to a stubborn woman, she thrives to do the opposite of what she’s told to do.
She complained about being bored anytime I returned from work, and when she saw that story wasn’t working on me, she came up with another story that she’d slowly going into depression. To cut the whole story short, I drove her to work the next morning then assigned Hugo to her.
“I heard Josephine is planning on creating men designs?” Zadok asked as he shoved pasta into his mouth, not caring that he is in a public place. “Isn’t ‘The E’ strictly a female clothing line? Why introduce men?”
Cutting the liver into tiny pieces, I picked the tiniest piece with my fork. “In business, expans
