Chapter 11 In The Room

• ~Steven~
• To say I was angry when I walked out of that room is a vast understatement, to say the least. I wanted to punch the wall. I wanted to run into that room and snatch my wife out of there. I wanted to repeatedly punch him until he was a bloody heap. I did none of those things because, in this setting, I can’t do any of that. I can only stand in this hallway, looking dumb as fuck. And I look dumb as FUCK!
• Who the fuck does this piece of shit think he is?! The fact that he thinks it’s okay to speak to my wife without me….. I’m not just her husband, but I’m also her manager. What professional tries to speak to someone of her status without first approaching their manager? He’s lucky I let her sit in there as long as I did.