Frederick had a thought. He adjusted his earlier instructions: "Tomorrow’s schedule is postponed. Any documents needing my approval should be sent to my email; handle the rest as you see fit."
Last time, they had set a time to go to the office together. They were supposed to leave at nine, but Leah hadn’t emerged from the master bedroom by eight-thirty. With the clock ticking, he went to knock on her door, only to be met with a couple of angry shouts.
Frederick would always remember this; it was something that would stick with him for life. She looked so sweet, yet her words could be sharp as daggers. She claimed they were going to Spago Beverly Hills for dinner at ten, which meant she'd likely be up around eleven or twelve. With that in mind, he decided to clear his entire schedule for
