Angela Shaman paced up and down in her living room, a wine glass in her hand. The moment Caesar showed up at the living room door, she tore into him.
"Am I the only one who gets the seriousness of the matter at hand? Caesar stop dragging your feet, l want to see action not promises.”
Caesar quickly walked to the couch, sat down and patted the seat,“Calm down, come.”
Angela frowned, her venomous eyes red, her face scrunched, drunk as a sailor. She walked to the coffee table, placed the glass gingerly on the table, and sat beside her husband. Caesar placed her hand on his thigh and caressed it.
"Look honey, the girl is a problem in our daughter's life but to annihilate her? No. Martha’s plan is brilliant, let's go with that.”
Angela snatched her hand away, glared at him. “Caesar, l kno
