12. CALLS AND PREJUDICE!

*Edited

This chapter contains strong language and reference through out.

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Maxwell's POV

Petra called him at eleven pm, and couldn't stop talking about Wilson.

"Max!, you didn't remember to tell me she was gorgeous!." She sang over the back ground chaos of her husband yelling at their kids not to kill each other.

He sighed, dragging a hand over his face. He had a long stress filled day, that wasn't over yet. With a lot of work on his table, he didn't need her prying self. The night was especially hot and it was killing his work progress.

A mail arrived earlier and he was informed that his deadline was shifted up. So since he got home, he buried himself under piles and piles of papers work, locking himself away in his office.

The moonlight peeked in from the large sliding doors that led to the patio, casting a shadow over the large book shelf. He could hear the distant hoot of the owls on the trees, and the crickets in the mud, the sweet soothing sound of natu