Not even a scratch on them

“Nanny Harley, is my wife back?” Richard asked, on his way toward the staircase.

“Not yet. She called me an hour ago to inform me she'll be the one to pick up Daniella from school. I presume she called you.”

“Oh. I missed her call. There was an important teleconference going on so I couldn't answer the call.” He explained.

“Okay.”

Richard sauntered to the room, as he stepped in he brought his phone out of his trouser pocket. The maid took his briefcase to its spot and then left the room. He thought of calling her but he decided to freshen up first. He unbuttoned his shirt on his way heading to the bathroom.

Shortly after, he ambled out of the bathroom, looking fresh. He sidled across the room to the walk-in closet and got dressed. Wearing casual outfits since he had somewhere he was supposed to be in the next hour. He walked up to the bed, picked up his phone, and tried to call Charlene. Her phone was off. That was odd; he thought. He called again and again, yet he couldn't reach he