"Sir, you must go to work," came Cleo's strict and commanding tone.
"Tomorrow."
Prisana could only stare wide eyed at the two men arguing with each other. Yet, they were pressed so closely to one another that she wondered who was the real wife.
Cleo or Prisana?
In this Case Cleo would win as he was good at cooking and cleaning. She looked to her hands as she realized she had no idea how to fix up a tie. Cleo stood before Dane as he wrapped a tie around his neck and pulled it into a knot. The pair looked like lovers as she stood off to the sidelines.
After Dane abruptly called a doctor to the den and had her examined and put on birth control, Cleo popped in like a ticking time clock to fulfill his cleaning duties. Prisana didn't know getting Dane dressed was another one of his duties on top of secretarial and cleaning duties.
Cleo patted the suit jacket until he was satisfied and Dane nonchalantly just let him do as he pleased.
