*MARCELO*
I narrowed my eyes at the photo to see my wife in a chic,light beige dress and black coat,she was attentively working on a mannequin.
I frowned.”Isn’t she supposed to be resting at home?”I looked up at Luke and he shrugged,equally clueless about the situation.
I immediately gave Chad a call.
“Why is my wife not home?”I asked as soon as he picked up.
“Oh,Mrs King told me she had something important to do.She told me not to follow her and that she would be fine.Please don’t be mind,Mr King.”
I hung up and sighed.
Luke chimed in what had obviously become obvious.
“It seems she’s vying for the stylist position here this quarter.She has made it to the second interview round and seems to be faring quite well.”
It was also obvious that she doesn’t know that
