Patrick Miller

Patrick's office was plunged into a deep silence, illuminated only by the dim light of the lamp on the small table. He was concentrating, reading a thick tome while mechanically making notes with a gold-trimmed pen. The atmosphere was so quiet that the sound of the paper being turned and the brush of the pen were perfectly audible.

The creak of the door opening a few inches broke the calm. Patrick didn't need to look away from his book to know who it was. With a heavy sigh, he slammed the tome shut, making his irritation clear.

—I know you're there—he said firmly, his deep tone imposing authority—Say what you have to say before I get angrier.—

His eyes fell on the door, waiting for it to open fully. Although exasperated, he couldn't help but feel a certain intrigue. He knew that even his employees avoided bothering him, unless it was something urgent. But when it came to his wife, there was always something that managed to catch his attention