Richard watched as Carrie Wright carefully placed the cups of hot coffee on the glass coffee table before him with her trembling hands. he always found it fascinating how his wife's staff was so nervous around him.
His eyes moved over the interior of his wife's office at the Emerald Hotel and only one thought lingered in his mind –– she did care for this place. More than for anything else.
'This room looks drastically different from what she has at JFC. Is this her attempt to express herself then? It's strange. I don't feel comfortable here at all.'
Once Amelie's secretary finally left the room, Richard took the cup of steaming black coffee in his hand and asked in a matter-of-fact voice, "Are you not going to come back to the mansion at all?" It's your home too, you know.
