Chapter 41 Office Meetings

• ~Steven~
• We sit at the conference table, neither of us speaking. I look down at my phone, almost hoping it would alert me to some news about my missing wife. Where the fuck did she even go, and how did she get away?
• I asked my guards, and they were fucking useless. How the fuck are they in the house and don’t see her leave?! Luckily, their contract was up, or I would have fired their asses. I really want to beat their ass, but I don’t have that kind of juice.