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.”

valuation analysis in the report. “What’s lined up for me over the next few weeks?”

got social obligations today and tomorrow-booked since

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

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

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

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

during his

a temporary block against the tide of thoughts that threatened to overwhelm him the

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

1/2

he picked up quickly, the background noise hinting he was at some sort of

“Need me?”

she detected a hint of pleasure in

you busy?” she

Just a second.”

glass of wine with a polite,

someone

receiver,