Cliff's POV
It was eleven in the morning. From my glass window, I could see Stephanie standing right by her desk. It's been over an hour since she's been in the office. Alex dropped her off, and they were laughing in the parking lot as if she knew what kind of monster he is.
She ignored me in the parking lot, went straight to the receptionist, asked for her place, and joined. Not once did she look toward me. Even now, she laughs as she tugs a few strands of her hair behind her ear. The way her eyes twinkle at that bastard who was hitting on her rather than mentoring her.
In the last ten minutes, he had not looked at anything other than my wife. His eyes seemed glued to her. My naive wife was getting so close to him. Just early this morning, she refused to even let me touch her, but laughing with this stranger and acting goofy wasn't wrong. Why can't you tell him to stop too?
