{Carl}
"Busy?" Tony stood in front of my desk and gaped at the rolls of files sitting atop my desk.
"Isn't it obvious?" I replied without looking at him.
"Yeah, right. When are you not busy?" He hissed. His tone was full of complaint as he spoke. He dropped the file he had brought to my desk, then he sat on the chair opposite me.
"I don't know." I shrugged, still busy with my work.
Actually, Tony wasn't wrong when he asked when I was not busy.
Busy became my other name in the past three years. When I decided to give Katherina some time to heal, I decided to give myself some time to grow too.
If I grew up and became a better person, I could understand my wife better. If I became a refined person, I would know that I should trust Katherina more than I trust myself.
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