He didn't bother to eat. None of the staff were awake to prepare anything, and he had no desire to cook. The housekeeper would take care of breakfast for Olaedo when she woke, after asking her what she wanted, just like always.
As he drove toward his company, his thoughts drifted back to the moment before he left.
The look on the housekeeper's face when he handed him the note.
That brief pause. That confused expression.
It lingered in his mind longer than he expected.
He didn't even bother to hide what was written. The housekeeper already understood the dynamics of his marriage, so there was nothing to shield. Handing him the note, he trusted he would pass it along without questions.
The note read:
