A man stumbled into a lavish California home at 3 a.m.
His tie was strewn awkwardly around his neck. His breath reeked of alcohol, and his movements, while not fully inhibited, still showed signs of impairment.
He stumbled into the room from the kitchen and walked past a woman sitting at the bar.
She had clearly been up waiting for him. He clearly didn't care.
"Long night at the office, was it..?" She said as she sipped from her own glass of wine.
The man's mood seemed to sour visibly as soon as the woman spoke to him. Perhaps he had been trying to pretend that she wasn't there to begin with.
"That's what I said in the text, isn't it..? We landed a big contract at the firm, the guys wanted to do some celebrating... Get off my back."
He rummaged through the fridge for some kind of comfort food. Not the kale shit that his stupid wife kept buying out of some misguided attempt to look good for him.
It wasn't working. Having the baby had really knocked her out of her prime.
