His Ex-wife Returned... Powerful!
ringtone broke through the silence, cutting not only my words, but whatever had been permeating between us.
I pulled back to retrieve it, a little confused when Irea's name flashed on the screen.
She only called when it was urgent.
“It's Irea,” I said, then answered it, placing the phone to my ear, “What's wrong?”
“Good evening, ma'am.”
“Yes?”
“There's been a problem, ma'am.”
“I figured. What's wrong?”
“Some of the materials delivered are defective, ma’am… and the entire Chicago showroom project might be shut down if we don’t fix this immediately”