Author’s pov
In the morning, at the usual time when Dave would leave the house, he stood before the mirror meticulously preparing himself. Clad in an exquisite, expensive long-sleeved shirt, a vibrant red tie that shimmered, and impeccably pressed black trousers, he presented himself with elegance. His hair was expertly styled, swept to the left, giving him a youthful appearance. Little did he know that Gwen was observing him, captivated by his meticulous grooming, as if he were preparing for a date or an important interview.
As he turned to grab his suitcase and exit the room, he noticed Gwen standing by the doorway, wearing a sour expression. Her demeanor unquestionably caught Dave's attention.
"Where are you going dressed like that? It's been over three weeks, and you haven't mentioned anything about reclaiming your company," she hissed, averting her gaze. Dave approached her, ready to address the situation, but before he could say anything, Gwen interjected.
"I can't stay he
