They walked side by side inside the building. As usual, Jeff cut the picture of the mature one of them in one of his classy blue suits while Amy looked like the rebellious one in a khaki jumpsuit that reached her knees and her black sneakers, this time there was a black durag in her head.
When they headed for the private elevator, she could feel all the eyes on them. She minded her business but did not forget to check the receptionist who watched her with her mouth open. Yes, b*tch, I am this a**hole's wife. She smiled coldly at the lady and got in the elevator.
This time the treatment she got made her pleased. All the workers who came across them bowed and greeted them politely. "Sir, ma'am," the receptionist on Jeff's floor greeted.
Amy frowned as her lips tightened. "No, please refer to my name, Mrs. Williams." She wanted this to be as fun as possible.
"Morning Mrs. Williams," she greeted again. Amy expressed her dissatisfaction on her face.
