“Make sure you have everything ready on my table tomorrow morning.” He dismisses me curtly.
I grit my teeth, nod and turn away.
“I am sorry you have to go through this. You ok?” My colleague asks in a sympathetic tone.
“I am fine. But I have a plan.”I say, grinning.
“I hope you are not thinking of killing him.” She lowers her voice to a conspiratorial whisper.
“No. Worse. I am going to marry him.”