His wife

“Okay. Can someone tell me what's going on here, Charlene?”

After what seemed like forever he spoke up. Richard wasn't releasing her from the cage of his warmth he had trapped her in, Michael had to voice out because it was becoming too hard to conceal and frustrating.

Charlene was as frozen as ice when their bodies gummed. She widened her hands, not hungging him though yet still hadn't recovered from the shock of crossing paths with him. She shut her eyes and kept cursing underneath.

His secretary wasn't shocked like other people, she expected her boss to react that way. Recently, perhaps after losing his only son he had become cold-headed, to crown it all he had tried to look for his wife for a couple of years yet to no avail, most of his workers pitied him. Before he wasn't a friendly type but he had become really worse over the years, what made her happy most was seeing a hope. Yes, Charlene. Someone that could at least change him back to his old self, not the grumpy boss that w