Chapter 21

ARIELLE RUFFALO

The past week I suggested staying at home and embracing my surrounding which was by far the best decision I've made, it felt like I was on a brief pretty vacation. But it went on a blink of an eye, now I'm sitting here, in my husband's workroom which he would like to call it my cubicle but it's technically his work room.

"Yea, the chair is comfy, thanks" I concluded it. His being going on and on about my chair, the telephone and the width of the working table.

"Now give me a brief description of what runs through your company" I suggested as he proceeded to removed his coat which only left him with a white shirt and he then started to unbutton the sleeve and rolled it back which gave me a heavenly blimps of his tattooed arm which ends at his wrist, I couldn't take my eyes off his tattooed muscular arms, they looked divine.

"So there's a couple of legal businesses to hide our illegal ones, we have our business in construction, food and the production industry, and no we