Chelyan seethed in silence as they rode the elevator up to the penthouse floor. Mel had absolutely no idea what he could say to make her feel better and chose silence as his wisest option. Chelyan charged through the door to their penthouse suite. Mel gently closed it behind him and then watched as she hustled toward the master bedroom, returning a minute later with some papers in her hand. “This is an ideal time to book our birthday getaway,” she declared as she searched through the papers for the one she was looking for.
“I want you to put it on my credit card,” Mel said as he reached for his wallet.
“Not a chance,” she snarled. “That cheating bastard is going to finance our amazing weekend from his grave.” She tapped some numbers into her cell phone.
“Good morning. Thank you for call
