SEVENTY SEVEN

The car screeched to a stop in front of Diane’s company and Nicholas climbed out, securing the lock of the door before walking into the company. Immediately the receptionist, Ariana, saw him, she rose to her feet, a polite smile on her face as she said, “Good morning, Mr. Langston. How may I help you today?”

Nicholas instructed himself to play it cool. This wasn’t going to be like the last time when he almost terrified the girl, forcing her to let him see Diane. “I am here to see…..” he wanted to say 'my wife,' but he quickly stopped himself and instead, he said, “Miss. Matthews.”

Ariana was a little surprised by how he addressed Diane. The last time he was there, he had been ranting about how Diane was his wife and how he didn’t need an appointment to see his wife. Now, he was referring to her as 'Miss Matthews'? Maybe there were already finalizing their divorce. “Hmm…. Ahem,” she cleared her throat. “Do you have an appointment?” she asked.

Nicholas let out a sigh. “No, but it is ext