'That woman is nice to everyone except me.'
'She probably won't say no.'
'And then... he'd find a way to get her into bed and fuck her hard. As long as she gets pregnant with his child, that's all that matters. If she won't give him a baby, is *he* supposed to be the one to do it?'
'Once she has the baby, we'll see if she still tries to run away, if she still acts up, if she's still so damn fickle!'
'If she dares to cause trouble, he'll just take the kid and run away from home!'
'Damn woman.'
Leona Grant didn't dare to call. He was afraid she'd reject him outright, and then he wouldn't even get to see her.
Having made up his mind, he stood up, grabbed his coat, and hurried out.
"President, about the upcoming meeting..."
Leona Grant waved his hand impatiently, walking out without a backward glance.
'A meeting? What meeting? He'd been in meetings for five straight days and hadn't even seen his wife. Were they trying to work him to death?'
