The next day, Josephine drove Cyrus to the office.
The morning sun shone brightly on the brand-new car, casting a dazzling glow. After parking, Josephine turned her tender gaze toward Cyrus, who stepped out of the car with an air of casual ease.
George, lounging idly in the security booth, caught sight of the scene. His eyes widened in disbelief, his jaw dropping. He rubbed his eyes, unsure if he was imagining things.
"That's... That's Cyrus, isn't it? How is he getting out of Ms. Thompson's car?" he muttered to himself, his face a mixture of confusion and shock.
Once Josephine left, George hurried over to Cyrus, his usual arrogance replaced by curiosity. "Cyrus, how come you're getting out of Ms. Thompson's car?"
Cyrus grinned. "She is my wife."
George froze, utterly dumbfounded. Hi
