Dempsey was pounding the
Apple
Magic Keyboard connected wirelessly to his
iMac
when the door flung open. How could such a beautiful sight stir such fright in him. Had she found out about last night's escapade?
"Babe. What the hell is going on?"
He took his hands off the keyboard and moved the right hand slowly to the trackpad, to try to close
Twitter
, where he had been previously composing a long thread about how to get more done as a
design
agency
executive.
"Mm, sorry, I had a really busy night. You know, Greg and I, the two of us were..."
"I know. Greg already told me what happened."
"He did?"
Then she came over to him and began caressing his hair.
"I can't believe you're getting into fights. What are you back in high school again?"
He wasn't. But getting into street brawls, banging random women in the moonlight, and now lying to his partner to weasel his way out of cheating... he began feeling like he might as well have been back in high school.
"I'm sorry, hon. You know I didn't mean to. You know I would never do it unless I had to."
"Greg said the guy was a real asshole. What the hell's wrong with people these days?"
She shut the door to his office and came back towards him. She repeated the statement about what the hell being wrong with people nowadays.
"Oh I don't know. I'm sure he's a nice guy. Probably was just having a bad day."
"But to punch you, in the middle of the sidewalk?!?"
Dempsey's ringtone then went off. His head remained still while his eyeballs looked at his wife and then back to his phone.
"Take it. I'll be waiting in here."
He stood up and took the phone and left his office.
