"What are you doing here?" Mike's eyes zeroed in on Florence; she held her phone like some sort of protection.
"So… Sorry, sir. I – knocked." She stuttered.
Amelia frowned at her, trying to remove herself from her husband's grip. Mike held her in place. "You can leave."
Florence glanced at her hand, "But… sir. I…"
A glance from Mike sent her running out of the room. Mike pulled Amelia's cheeks, "Where did we stop?"
But shy Amelia got down from his laps and went to bolt the door at the back. She returned with a frown, "I think it's difficult for some people to understand the concept of privacy." Although her cheeks were tinted red, Mike knew she was looking forward to their time together, just like he was.
"Should I fire her?" Mike's anger was directed at Florence for disrupting their time together. Amelia shook her head; she didn't want to become the reason someone had lost their job. It doesn't speak well of her.
