Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

Chapter 179

“Got a meeting at nine, Curtis. The team from Bullion Boulevard is discussing the acquisition of Titan Group. Here’s the investment summary that M&A dropped on us yesterday. Thought you’d wanna take a look before the meeting.”

Curtis hung his coat on the rack, took the document, and stood at his desk, flipping through the pages. His eyes inadvertently swept over the calendar, and he paused, a wrinkle forming between his brows.

“What’s today’s date?”

Caleb replied, “It’s the 17th.”

That minimalist calendar, which had been perched on the solid, imposing black desk for three months, suddenly seemed to offend Mr. Curtis’ refined senses.

He sniffed disdainfully, “Who put this here? Do they think I’m dumb? Can’t remember the date without this thing staring at me?”

Caleb was silent. Wasn’t it Mr. Curtis who had just asked for the date?

Caleb, ever the professional, didn’t show his bemusement. He’d seen his boss in stranger moods after a day off, which somehow seemed to leave Curtis more on edge than if he’d never left the office.

“I’ll get rid of it right away.”

into his executive chair, Curtis scanned the executive summary and valuation analysis in the report.

through the itinerary, organized by time and priority, “You’ve got social obligations today and tomorrow-booked since last week. After

as he asked with mock concern, “Tired of being my right hand, Caleb? Maybe you’d like to

practiced ease, “I’m quite all right,

vanished, and Curtis leaned back indifferently, “Dismissed.”

grueling pace and mental strain of investment banking were notorious, and Curtis had

grind during his

mind off things-off the messy, the unresolved. It was a temporary block

rush was over, it was nearly eight o’clock. Leanne called Curtis

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hinting

“Need me?”

detected a hint of pleasure in his

busy?” she asked.

at all. Just a second.”

away a proffered glass of wine with a polite, “Pardon me,” and left

someone teased.

receiver, replied,