Zoey
I hated to see Sebastian in a bad mood, so I decided to hand him a beer while I made something to eat for him. He hated when someone interfered with his job. His reputation as a great architect could be in jeopardy, or so he says.
“I just can’t believe they would do that. We promised a shelter and now it’s not going to happen,” he said, angrily.
“Baby, you need to calm down. We will figure something out. Those people are going to have the shelter built for them, even if we have to find another place,” I mentioned, putting in the steak in the pan. He needed something heavy to eat to calm his anger.
“I know, love. It’s just that they decided to make changes without consulting me, and how am I going to tell the client the construction will be canceled or maybe de
