Hunter's POV
"Is it almost nine o'clock in the evening, Mr. Divenson." I heard Cal's voice after he got inside my office, and I deliberately raised my head and scowled at him.
"So, what do I need to do with the time, Calixto?" I asked in a sarcastic manner, and he looked at me in the eyes, and I know what he is going to say.
"Hmm, you are young and a married man; you have a gorgeous wife waiting for you in your beautiful mansion. If I were in your shoes, I would be going home the moment the clock strikes at five o'clock in the afternoon." He declared, and I let out a heavy breath and leaned my back on the backrest of my chair while I put my hands on the armrests.
