TIFFIN 3

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It was eventful in the morning. We didn't have much time to sleep in as I'd wanted. Our intern was punctual, knocking on our bedroom door, her hands full of clipboards. 

It wasn't long before our cooks and housekeepers arrived. It was odd having other people do our bidding. Though with our hectic schedule, it made things easier. 

"The phones have been ringing off the hook," Evelyn said, entering this note into a laptop. "You'll need to attend an interview."

I gasped as my stylist twisted her curler around a hair strand. 

"Interview? For what?" 

She laughed at my fear.

"As the new owners, you have to attend weekly interviews. It's just how it works." 

At this, Hero stumbled from our conjoined bathroom, fixing his tie. 

"What the hell is going on-?" 

I swiveled around, causing my stylist to huff in irritation. 

"Did you know that we were supposed to attend weekly interviews?"

He paused, pondering on something.

"Um, well... I thought we would have to at some point-" 

"Mr. Tiffin," Evelyn went on, "these would be heavily televised so it's imperative that you attend."

Hero fought against his thoughts for a moment, rubbing his hands together. 

"And if we don't go?"

Evelyn glowered, staring from under her lashes at us. 

"If you really do want your parent's legacy to perish..."

She didn't need to finish her sentence. I understood perfectly.

Hero, on the other hand, wasn't hearing any of it. He made his way for the bedroom door, without sparing her a glance. 

"Well, my parents never put the effort out for me so that should give you an answer."

As Evelyn clicked away at her computer again, I rested a hand on top of hers. 

"We appreciate all the work you're doing," I murmured. "He's having a bad day. Just set a date. We'll be there." 

I then returned to my seat so my hairdresser could finish. 

When I was all dolled up in what felt like pounds of makeup and luxurious sheath, I met my husband in the kitchen. He was set at our kitchen island waiting for our cook to finish his pancakes. 

She turned around, eyeing me. 

"Mrs. Tiffin, how lovely to see you. Shall I make you another salad?"

I sighed, wanting to be a better person today. 

"No, please make me some... What kind of pancakes are those?" 

"Blueberry and Banana."

I snorted as I sat in a chair. 

"That's a bit childish, don't you think?"

Much to my relief, Hero looked more light-hearted than I expected. He lifted his lips briefly in a smirk. 

"It's childish that I want fruit? Am I expected to eat nothing but grits and steak?"

I laughed at his attempt at a joke. 

"No, I just wanted to get a rise out of you. So, what was that all about? You're in a mood."

He groaned, revealing the bit of his old self again. 

"Can I not even get a fucking break from my wife?" 

The cook and the old man brooming the floor both turned away at this outburst. He must have noticed this because he changed the direction of his tone. 

"I'm just dealing with a lot of crap right now. I didn't want to subject you being on live T.V. You've had a public presence all your life."

I took ahold of his hand underneath the table. 

"Thank you for thinking of me."

As our plates of food were placed in front of us, Evelyn hurried into the kitchen, with several clipboards heaved to her chest. 

"Mrs. Tiffin, I thought I should make you aware of the messages from a Mr. Seth."

I paused with my silverware hovered above my plate. 

"What?"

"Five emails and two voice mails." She went on. "He insisted that he speak to one of you."

Hero shrugged. 

"I have no idea who that is. We'll check on it when we get to the office."

Taking a bite of my pancake, I nodded, taking a look at my watch. 

"Oh! We should leave now or Brad, Al, and whatever their names are get mad at us."

Hero answered by shoving the entirety of his breakfast down his throat. 

It didn't take us long to arrive. Our chauffeur insisted on getting us there and we didn't turn down his offer.

It was nice driving downtown in a sleek limo, catching the eyes of many pedestrians.

My eyes remained glued to Hero as we rode, watching his every move. He was definitely distracted.

I was allowed to hold onto his hand, though it went slack. He checked the notifications on his phone constantly.

He wasn't present at all. 

Oh, I had to stop all these negative thoughts.

He was a busy man now.

There were going to be days where he just didn't want to play nice.

It was alright. 

Everything was normal as we approached the glistening glass doors. We walked, hand-in-hand, passing the many employees that despised us for no clear reason. 

When we reached our office, high in the sky, I saw the voicemails on the phone box.

For some odd reason, I Ignored them. All I wanted to do was drop into my chair. 

Unfortunately for me, relaxation wasn't in my future. 

Appearing in the office, seemingly, out of thin air, was someone that wasn't a stranger. 

I knew who they were.