Skeletons Of The Marital Closet

Chapter 6

him…! Seeing her relaxed expression, Shawn became even angrier. “Follow me to the company. You should not be lazing around at home!” he ordered. “Yes.” After breakfast, Shawn sat on a Rells Reyce and drove away. Gale walked to the Wood Group. It was past ten o’clock in the morning by the time she arrived at the office. Although everyone was busy, it was strangely quiet. Gale asked in a low voice, “Fiona, is there anything I can do to help?” If Shawn knew that she was idle, he would definitely lose his temper, so she should take the initiative to find some work to do. In the whole company, only Fiona knew her identity. “Um… He has not given any orders for the time being,” Fiona said and glanced at the office, “President Wood seems to have eaten gunpowder today and has already scolded the three directors. I don’t think he slept well. Why don’t you buy a cup of black coffee and bring it in?” “Okay.” Gale passed a pharmacy when she bought coffee. The clerk was packaging some pills, and the faint medicinal smell wafted out. Gale stood in front of the counter, “Hello, can I please have some medicine.” “Hold on.” Ten minutes later, Gale returned to the president’s office. She knocked on the door, and Shawn’s irritable voice came out, “Come in!” There were also two company executives in the office, with their heads drooping after being scolded. There are broken cups on the ground. Gale squatted down and silently packed up the broken pieces of porcelain. “You came out with this sh*tty marketing plan after three months?” Shawn threw the documents on the ground. “I will give you five more days. If you can’t finish it, you will voluntarily resign!” “Yes… President Wood.” Shawn leaned back on the chair and rested his head on his arm. The more he thought about it, the more upset he became. He raised his hand and swept everything off the table. Gale had just collected the broken pieces when suddenly a heavy folder dropped on her hand, cutting her hand. “Ah…” Hearing the voice, Shawn was stunned, and then he remembered that Gale had just come in. He stood up, only to see her squatting on the ground. Gale hid her injured hand behind her and said, “I’m here to bring you coffee.” Shawn frowned deeply. Gale took out another packet from her pocket and said, “And… this.” “What is this?” He picked it up and looked at it, and said with disgust, “It’s ugly.” Gale said, “It’s a sachet I made. It contains a few herbs to help sleep and calm the nerves. You should be able to sleep well if you put it by your pillow.” Shawn threw it directly into the trash. “It’s unnecessary.” In his opinion, Gale was mocking him for his insomnia last night. She was getting to him. That was not a good sign! Gale sighed. Her father had taught her how to make the sachet, and it had worked really well. She hoped that Shawn could sleep well so that his temper would also improve and everyone would not be worried. She gathered her courage and tried again, “You can try it for your sleep…” “Go out!” Her kindness was disregarded. After Gale left, Shawn looked at the few drops of bright red blood on the carpet. She was injured. His eyes moved to the sachet in the trash can again. After a few seconds, Shawn turned around and made a phone call. “Have you found out who the woman was that night?” “No…” He commanded forcefully, “Hurry