Chapter 128 Fucked Up Family: Ep43

• James got off the conference call and leaned back in his desk chair. His home office was well appointed with a large dark desk, a leather executive chair, and thick pile carpet. It smelled of wood stain and old money. He hated everything about it.
• It was really Christine's room. She had picked out the furniture. It had her diplomas up on the wall. Her job as an ophthalmologist was more likely to require working at home, so that's how they'd set it up. It made sense, it just didn't make James feel any more comfortable in there. He felt like an intruder in someone else's world.
• James was trying to get back involved with work, but it was a struggle. After everything that had happened, it was hard to care that sales were 1% below estimate or that their new biologic therapy was going to need another round of clinical trials. It all seemed so trivial in comparison.