At the top floor of Empire Elite Productions, William Whitmore sat behind his massive desk, eyes fixed on a contract, pen tapping lightly against the paper. Across from him sat Evans, vice president of the company and his childhood friend.
Evans leaned back in his chair, watching him for a few seconds before finally saying, "William, you know you'll eventually have to talk to her, right?"
William didn't look up. "Talk to who?" His voice was calm.
Evans arched a brow. "Who else? Your wife. Brianna. You remember her, right? The woman you married yesterday?"
William flipped a page, completely unbothered. "I'm busy, Evans."
"Fine… did you two even talk last night?" Evans pressed. "Did you at least bring her dinner? Make sure she was comfortable, and check on her this morning?"
William's pen stopped moving.
Evans grinned. "No? Didn't think so." He leaned forward, lowering his voice. "You know, texting your assistant to fake-call you into a meeting immediately after your own wedding reception might just be the most cowardly thing you've ever done. I mean, who does that?"
William's jaw flexed. "I had work."
"You did?" Evans shot back. "You didn't even need to be at the signing last night. I was there. And, it was over even before you arrived."
William finally looked up, his dark eyes cool but sharp. "I'm busy, Evans. Do you have something work related to discuss, or are you just here to give me marital advice?"
Evans raised both hands in mock surrender. "Fine. You want work? Let's talk work." He picked up his phone and turned it toward William. "You and Kate are trending, again."