Chapter 8. A School Girl

Lake POV

“You’re leaving already?” my British friend Rusher Radcliff, who was also my IMI COO, asked.

“Yes. Unlike you, I have a life outside work.” I decided to take my wife from school since I finished work early.

He broke into a smile. “You’re bloody joking, right? What happened to my friend who worked hard day and night? Wait a sec.” He pointed at my finger where I wore a platinum band.

“A ring. Yeah.” I stopped him before he could say something right. “Don’t work hard. See you tomorrow, Rush.”

“Unbelievable.”

I still hear him even though I was already walking into the elevator.

“You’re not riding with us?” Homer asked as Owen exited my Audi and threw the key at me.

“I’m taking OB’s advice for once. I’m picking up my wife from school.”

“Aw,” mimicked Owen in a girl’s voice.

“Shut up. You can follow me or take a day off. Up to you.”

“Without a bodyguard? No way, Winston. I still love my job, or I’l