Wife: So 2pm?
Me: anytime u want babe
Wife: You know, for a CEO, you type like an Instagram-obsessed teen
I chuckle. As always, she never misses a chance to diss my typing. I immediately reply to her message.
Me: Is this better?
One, two, three, four, fiv— ding!
A message comes from Leilani before I even finish counting. Lately, she has been replying to my texts faster than she used to and I'm here for it. Although, I could use the same speed with her reply to my confession from two weeks ago.
Wife: Yes. Even your English teacher would approve.
Another chuckle from me echoes in my office.
Me: you'll pay for that tonight
Three dots show at the bottom of our chat, but before Leilani's reply comes through, a knock sounds on my door. I tell the visitor to come in, annoyed. It can't be Chester, that idiot barges in like I'm not his boss and he runs this company with me—and I don't mind. He never comes into my office unless it's urgent.
