She looked at me with a pleading eyes as she walked into her own cabin. I burst through the entrance of my office and I lay my eyes on a man in formal attire, about 6’5 ft tall and he had his legs crossed as he toyed with a mahogany brown pen between his fingers. He was about same age as my husband but He was slightly better looking. He turned to look at me and stood up to shake hands which I also extended my hands to shake his. “ How unprofessional of the famous Ms.Ruth Smith or do you prefer Mrs.Ruth Red?”, he asked. I scoffed at his arrogance which could be undoubtedly heard in his voice and answered, “ you may address me as you prefer Mr. Thomas Kraine” . I had already heard about him from Cara so I knew this man before me was ruthless to anything that stood in his way and was difficult to please. I had advised myself before entering to control my mouth but my face was something that I couldn’t control so I had a look of disgust plastered on my face and I he looked amused by that look. “My face will be the downfall of me some day”, I think to myself. “How can I be of service to Mr. Kraine?”, I ask. “ Oh, does Ms Smith really not know of my upcoming wedding? “ he says.