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 in office they were laughing in the parking lot as if she knows what kind of monster he is.
She ignored me at the parking lot, went straight to the receptionist and asked for her place and joined. Not once she had she looed towards me. Even now, her laugh as she tug a few strands of her hair behind her ear. The way her eyes twinkle to that bastard who was hitting on her rather than mentoring her.
In the last ten minutes, he had not look at anything other than my wife. His eyes seemed to glue at her. My naive wife was getting so closer to him. Just early morning she refused to even let me touch her but laughing to this stranger acting goofy with me wasn't wrong. Why can't you tell him to stop too?
