«Aw, come on, let’s hear more from this point!» Emily whispered with interest, brushing cobwebs and dust from her face. Her hiding spot wasn’t too clean. Sitting there was uncomfortable.
She constantly wanted to sneeze, and her legs were already numb, but Emily could endure worse just to find out what her husband was up to. Michael was talking loudly on the phone with someone. He had just entered the apartment, though he should have been at his job.
Emily, who had also happened to be home in the middle of the workday today, could hear perfectly what her spouse was saying. But he apparently didn’t suspect his wife was nearby. He couldn’t see her because she was in the walk-in closet.
Emily, upon returning home, had finally moved that darn heavy wardrobe aside to retrieve the folder with documents that her six-year-old daughter Olivia, the little rascal, had tossed up there a week ago. That was her idea of a joke. She was playing, as she later explained to her mother about the disappearance of important work documents. The girl probably lacked attention from her parents and wanted to draw it this way – by searching for the lost item together and then finding it herself so Mom and Dad would praise her.
The folder had slipped into the gap between the wall and the wardrobe. To get it out now, she had to shift that massive thing. Emily needed those documents for work, and she had asked her husband several times. But it was useless. He always found excuses, promising to do it tomorrow each time.
«No, what do you suggest, that I drop everything now and start moving this unliftable wardrobe? On the weekend, I’ll call my brother and we’ll handle it.»
Her husband’s infantilism and laziness sometimes amazed her. Emily was completely different – active and energetic. That’s why, when her boss demanded the contracts for the latest deals today, she decided to drive home and rescue the ill-fated plastic folder herself, which turned out to be so light and slippery that it caused the woman a ton of problems.
«I’ll bring them right away!» she promised her superiors and resolutely headed home.
«It’s about time! You’ve been feeding me promises for a week!» her boss grumbled after the departing employee.
She did manage to shift the wardrobe. Amazing how she succeeded. Probably, anger at her husband gave her strength. Besides the folder, several recently missing items and a bunch of dust were found there.
«Now I’ll quickly vacuum here and head to work,» decided the restless Emily. «And he can move it back in the evening.»
But then she was surprised to hear Michael enter the apartment. He was talking on the phone, deeply engrossed in the conversation.
«Well, look at that! Why is he slacking off?» Emily asked herself, listening with interest to what her husband was saying.
She was about to come out and ask Michael a reasonable question. But suddenly she stopped and froze, holding the fateful folder in her hands.
That this folder became truly fateful, Emily realized just a couple of minutes later…
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