Cheney's pov
When I returned to the hotel, Krista had not yet returned.
She was still humming when she pushed the door and came in. She seemed to be in a good mood.
"Your leader said that you didn't work overtime today. Where did you go?"
"I haven't been to the construction site for several months so I'm getting used to it again. I was tired and sore these last two days, so I went to have a massage."
I frowned. "Don't go to the construction site tomorrow."
"How can that work?"
"You are a woman from the construction site, and you can't do it?"
"I can do it, but this is my job. What should I do, how can I hide? People think that women can't do this. If I don't go, isn't it ridiculed by others?"
"Nobody needs you to be competitive." She has married me, so she doesn't have to work so
