My Boss, My Husband
Magnus looked out of the car window irritably, then glared at Simon despite intoxication.
“Your husband is in a hurry to go home, Tamara. So, how is that, we'll talk next time, have a good evening.”
I was embarrassed to nod. “Okay. thank you again. I’m glad to see you here. Please give my regards to sister Rich,” I could only say.
“Sure, it will reach. Anyway, here’s our landline number. Just call Rich and me at our house.”
"All right, Brother, I'll call you." I accepted the calling card handed by Simon.