A week later, Mike Taylor finally appeared after a long absence.
"Dearest Claire, it's been ages," Mike greeted her with a grin, lifting his hand to pat her shoulder.
"Stop it, don't mess around." Claire brushed his hand away. "Whose arms have you been in this time? What made you suddenly think of me?"
Mike perched on the edge of her desk, facing her with a smile. "I'm a proper man, you know. I never fool around outside."
Claire almost burst out laughing.
If he was proper, then there wasn't a decent man left in the world!
"All right, what do you want from me?" she cut him short, unwilling to banter, her hands busy with her work.
"Claire, you're getting more and more like a true CEO. Admirable, really." He watched her sitting upright, her fingers swiftly flipping through the ledger, then added, "No, correction. You're starting to look more like a boss's wife."
"Cut it out. Do you actually have business here?" Claire shot him a glare.
