I walked home from the vital records office in a daze. Then, my wife, Megan Mitchell, called.Before today, I would have answered on the first ring. Now, I hesitated.I finally picked up on her second attempt.Through the speaker, I heard a staff member from headquarters speaking up."Ms. Mitchell, your husband has been working at the branch office for five years. He's put in the time and the sweat. Don't you think we should at least pay him a salary?"After a few seconds of silence, Megan cut the idea down. "There's no need. The firm's budget is tight, and as my husband, he should know better than to be so selfish."Even through the phone, I could feel the employee's awkwardness.To break the tension, someone else chimed in to change the topic. "By the way, the watch Mr. Moore is wearing looks expensive. Could that be a gift from his girlfriend?"Then, Megan cleared her throat. "I bought it for him. He helps me out a lot at the firm. He earned it."My hands shook as I hung up
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