I fight an eye roll and wave. “Later, Steve.”
Mikhail’s office is already empty. He left half an hour ago without a word to me. Walked right past my desk like I wasn’t even there. Like I was a piece of furniture in the corner instead of his wife and the mother of his child.
On one hand, I’m glad he isn’t spouting off about our marriage. It’s not real and I don’t want people to think I was some spy working on the inside to help my husband take over the company. That wouldn’t be good for office morale.
On the other hand, being called into Mikhail’s office fifteen minutes after my explosion to explain the quirks of Mr. Fredrickson’s office phone was difficult with the enormous elephant in the room.
If you want the phone to connect, you have to pick up the receiver and then—Oh dear, would
