"I—I look pale?" Avery repeated. Of course, she did. Who wouldn't look pale if they were in her current position?
It wasn't everyday that one decided to order Archibald Donovan and expect to go scot free. What more? She had risked her pride getting hurt by flaunting her wifely power to stop him. If Archie had taken this the wrong way and laughed at her, maybe she would have had to hide her face for the rest of her life.
"You do," He replied, worry etched all over his face.
Avery nodded slowly, the lie rolling off her lips, "Oh... I guess it's because I was angry."
"Then I think you'll remain pale for the next one hour or so," Archie stated with an emotionless voice.
"What? Why?"
"I have to return to the headquarters," he answered.
"Why? You just agreed to... Didn't you just agree that you won't be going on the business trip a moment ago?"
