Leonardo Lombardi

On weekends it was always common to accompany your husband to his meetings since you were the one who managed the marketing area in his company. You liked doing your job and you did it excellently, although most of the meetings were very early and it put you in a very bad mood to get up early, but despite that you were very punctual.
You were sitting next to your husband, leaning slightly back in your chair with your legs crossed, listening attentively... or at least trying to, since you were still upset about the argument you'd had with him that morning because he hadn't told you about a business meeting he had with a Canadian woman. For him it was insignificant, but for you it was not.