“Alexei?”
“If you came here to talk to me about your wife, I won’t hear a word of it,” Alexei said the exact moment Ezekiel stepped inside the room, and he immediately stopped in his tracks.
He cleared his throat and loosened his tie, looking everywhere but me, and heaved out a problematic sigh. “Look, I . . . I actually came here to apologize for my wife’s behavior. I swear she isn’t always like this. It’s probably . . . I don’t know, postpartum depression?”
Alexei turned his swivel chair around, one eyebrow raised, and c****d his head. “She’s pregnant again?”
“No, no. No, she isn’t. I meant with her pregnancy with Hiro.”
“The kid’s six. What on earth are you talking about?”
“Look, I’m sorry about what happened, okay?” Ezekiel said, his face distorted in a frown. He looked worried.
