The big clock in Ace Atticus' office chimed, and he turned his head to see it was midday.
"Can't believe we've been working non-stop all morning. Accounting days are so stressful." Landon yawned and stretched his body.
"We're almost done. Two more paperwork, and we're free for the weekend," Ace replied.
"Speaking of the weekends, what are your plans?" Landon's eyes twinkled mischievously.
"Whatever plans you think you have, unplan it. I want to have a quiet, restful weekend in my house."
"With the wifey?" His lips twitched.
Ace rolled his eyes and sighed. "She's mad at me. Rightfully so. I've not caught even a glimpse of her for the past week. I do miss her, but I also brought this on myself. I fucked up man."
