Cyrus left the meeting later that day in a far better mood than he had been in for the past two days. He went straight to his office, past Reggie's room that had optimistic music blaring obnoxiously loud from it. If Esther was here, she would probably go in and jam to the music with him.
Thinking of his wife made him clutch his phone in his fist even harder. There was still no reply from her.
She'd simply left his demands for her to come back on read.
He took a deep breath, settling into the large chair at his desk and staring at the ceiling.
1. Never piss your wife. Even if you do accept it's your fault.
He pulled his phone out his pocket and stared at the ignored messages.
[Apologize. Can't be that hard. Right?] he thought to himself.
Half an hour and 7 different websites on how to write a genuine apology letter, he sent the text. Now all he had to do was wait for her to respond.
And 3 hours later she did.
'Okay.'
