Chapter 8

The ‘Amalgamate Phoenix Corp. and Mètier Group’ will be held today.

It’s been a week since I’ve gone to the office. I didn’t question Randall about his quarrel with Archer, because I assumed he’d be willing to tell me.

But it’s been a week, and I still haven’t heard his reason.

It was just 6 a.m., and the lobby was already rather boisterous. There were a few make-up artists and suit designers present.

I’ve just gotten out of the tub. Randall awoke early because he was the major attraction at the next event. I came out wearing a bathrobe and noticed the make-up artist shake off his gray formal suit. It comes with a tie pin and pocket square to round up his look.

He now has the executive haircut comb over taper fade with a tapered cut on the sides and longer hair on top that is combed over, and he hasn’t removed his short groomed beard since we got married.

The woman in black with wavy hair called me. They wrapped something around their waist, and i