"So, where is your 'dear husband', Mrs. Wilsons?" Sandy asked me in a sarcastic tone when we get back to work, the following day after my two days rest at home.
It's already 10:00 o'clock but Gabriel hasn't arrived yet, and I already cancelled his first and second appointment today.
"Stop calling me that, someone might here you!" I glared at her.
"Okay.. so, answer me. Where is our boss?"
"Why are you asking me, I am not his mother!"
"Excuse me? But you are his wife, you should know his whereabouts!"
"Sandy, we're just married in a piece of paper and you know that. And to answer your first question, honestly... I don't know. Our last meeting was on saturday afternoon and he said he's going to meet ... Stacey." I almost whispered the last word.
"Ohh.. so, he's with his ex on your fir
