Ethan POV
"Ethan?" I made a sound in my throat so she would know I was in the office signing some company papers. "Honey, are you done yet? We need to talk about something very important, please."
No, I’m not done, and I don’t feel like talking about anything. Much less stupid things. I already know what she’s going to tell me: that the employee does everything wrong, that I should hire someone more specialized, this and that. The same nonsense she always says. She doesn’t know that what I want is to take a bath and drink a good glass of red wine. She only cares about how she looks.
"I can’t right now. It’ll be later." I respond feeling very mad.
She rolled her eyes and fully entered, sat in front of me, and took my hand so I would stop writing. She doesn’t understand that I’m working.
