POV: AtlasI drove back from the downtown restaurant with my left hand resting on the steering wheel while my right palm throbbed under the tight white bandages, and after parking my car in the driveway of my house, I walked inside, tossed my keys onto the hall table, and sat down on the living room sofa to stare at the blank television screen.hadn't been sitting there for even ten minutes when the front door slammed shut with a loud bang, and Vivian marched straight into the living room, throwing her designer purse onto the armchair while her face was red with anger."Are you completely out of your mind, Atlas?" Vivian screamed, stepping right up to the coffee table and pointing her finger directly at my face, and she continued, "I just received three separate calls from news reporters asking why my fiancé left team meetings to go crush a water glass at a restaurant while sitting right next to that European tech woman and her husband!""I don't want to argue about this right no
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