Massimo phoned a taxi cab for wife. She had been insisting on many last minute dates for over a week now. His patience for Aria's antics was running out.
But he knew she had been trying. Despite showing up to his work every day, she hadn't stopped him from getting any work done. She was just always there—like a very persistent shadow.
He much preferred those dates to the one like today—where Aria would swoop in and demand they have a meal together. With no work, Massimo was forced to pay attention to Aria.
He absolutely hated it.
Massimo put down his phone. "The cab will be here momentarily," he recited in perfect monotone.
"Aren't you going to walk me to the door?" Aria asked expectantly.
"My second-in-command just returned from his assignment," Massimo explained. "I need to get bac
