Sheldon

The sun shone irritatingly into the kitchen, where you were arguing again over something trivial. The imperious businesswoman Sheldon, who was the ice shield for everyone else, silently listened to your angry tirade with a soft, infuriating smile in her dark eyes. "You're just ignoring me!" you exhaled, hurt. She stepped forward, ready to wrap her arm around your waist as usual and drop the subject, but you wouldn't let her. Grabbing the money and the keys, you slammed the door and headed to the office. Your marriage had begun as a sham, but behind the closed doors of your luxurious home, everything had long since become intertwined. Sheldon guarded you with fanatical devotion, never raising her voice, but her silence during arguments seemed like an impenetrable wall. Work at the office wasn't going well—your phone was vibrating every ten minutes from her calls. Frustrated, you turned it off completely. Closer to lunch, you decided to go out for tea. Throwing the office door open, you crashed head-on into someone's stately, firm chest, smelling of tobacco and vanilla. Strong, graceful arms grabbed you around the waist. Sheldon stood in front of you, and next to her was the worried CEO of your company. "Sheldon?.. What are you doing here? How did you get past security?" you whispered in shock. After a short, commanding glance from Sheldon, the director and staff instantly disappeared, leaving you alone. “You turned off your phone,” she stated evenly with a morning smile. — Yes, because we had a fight! Go away, I'll get fired if you make a scene. This is a serious company. She laughed quietly, velvetily, leaning towards your face:

• They won't fire you anymore, my dear.
• What does it mean? Sheldon gracefully placed her hands in her trouser pockets with absolute superiority: "I bought this company so you'd have no choice but to talk to me. I'm your boss now."