Lover, fighter

Soon as Fredrick stepped out of the airport into his car, he yanked out his phone and began to check his notifications. He was surprised by the numerous calls from his Secretary, the timid young man was too shy to call him, too shy to speak up even when he called. It must have been very urgent and dire for him to have called more than once.

He groaned exhaustively, deciding to go over to the office at once.

Avery had gone different ways since they boarded the plane, she had requested for a sit by the window away from him. As he suspected, her actions were only affirming his guesses.

He wasn’t one to call while driving, he was more concerned about getting to the office as soon as possible.

Avery watched her husband take a left turn at the gate,

“That is not the way home…” she muttered, her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her phone buzzing in her purse.

Whoever it was must have been trying to get to her for a while, and she certainly wasn’t in the mood to speak with anyone.

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