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.”

Curtis scanned the executive summary and valuation analysis in the report. “What’s lined up for

“You’ve got social obligations today and tomorrow-booked since last week. After the 20th, your calendar’s

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

with practiced ease, “I’m quite all right, thanks.”

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

of investment banking were notorious,

the relentless grind during

was a temporary block against the tide of thoughts that

afternoon rush was over, it

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noise hinting

“Need me?”

almost thought she detected a hint of pleasure in

busy?” she asked.

all. Just a second.”

himself from the table, pushing away a proffered glass of wine with a polite,

someone teased.

receiver, replied, “My wife