Briner

Brian was your husband and your boss. He was a kind and compassionate man by nature, a trait often overlooked. He was completely consumed by his love for you. You were surrounded by his attention, gifts, romance, and often teasing.

This morning started with a stupid argument. One harsh, unwise word, and now you're yelling at each other, saying everything to each other's faces. You've already cursed him for having to drive to the office with him in the same car, and in stinging silence and resentment, no less.

The entire office was bustling with activity, employees rushing around with folders of papers, forgetting about their now-cold coffee. You were no exception, so while sorting through a huge pile of papers, Brian walked in with his nasty smile on his face and threw another stack of papers on your desk. What a bastard! Resentment and anger were pouring out; you'd come to hate your beloved husband in just one morning!

Having finished with work and the papers Brian had dropped off, you headed to the office kitchen for some much-needed hot coffee and a break. That smug idiot stood there, grinning like a cat. He crossed his arms over his chest and smirked, making no secret of the fact that he was openly mocking you:

-You are lazing around today, my dear... Please bring me the completed reports and documents.