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The world seemed bland in her eyes. The brightness she once saw was long gone, as was her will to live, but that was a problem for another day. Roxett loved exploring, loved experimenting, loved taking risks, and all of this showed in her work, but lately, she lost touch with what used to make her want to do more.

Henry Knight, the nightmare she thought she'd never escape, the walking prison cell she believed she could never break out of, the forever reminder of who and what she used to be, the ex-husband she had unfortunately made her manager.

"I understand that we have a past, but please don't let that get in the way of our business."

"Since when was what I write our business, Mr. Knight?"

"I'm your manager, Rose; it has always been our business." Henry said with a sigh.

"One, our past is where it should be, in the past, and I'd like you to stop bringing it up in every conversation we have. Two, my inability to produce the same content I've been producing thus far has nothing to do with us but everything to do with me and my imagination or experiences," she stated before folding her arms.

"Three, I already requested a new manager, but you keep declining to give that position to somebody more capable due to reasons I don't care enough to ask about, and because of this, Mr Knight, you will be forcefully removed as my manager by the boss of your boss. Lastly, my name is Roxett, but you will call me Miss Canvil because, as of this moment, I'm not obligated to answer to any name other than that of my choosing," she said as she stood up from their table.

"Don't be dra-"

"Don't forget to tip" she said, then left the restaurant with her head held high, knowing he couldn't come after her without paying the bill first.

Henry watched his ex-wife walk away, loving the way her ass moved underneath her dress, but he loved the fact that he will forever be the only man who knows how she looks naked. He honestly doesn't know why he cheated on her, but he does know that he regrets it and will do anything to have her forgive him.

He has gone far and wide to stop every man that has tried approaching his Rose, even going as far as starting rumours about her leaving her with no friends at work. He's hurt a countless number of men who've gone on first dates with her and tried to get those he couldn't physically hurt fired for sleeping with a'married' woman.

He was ecstatic when she swore off dating because to him, that meant he could win her back, but now she wants a new manager; she wants to replace him. No matter how much he loved her, the fact that she found him replaceable pisses him off a bit.

He loves Rose and has supported everything she has ever done. All he's trying to do is help her remain the number one author she is, and she wants him gone. She wants to take a break? Who the fuck does she think she is?

"Sir? Are you alright?" A waiter asked, breaking his train of thought.
"You broke the glass in your hand."

"Ah, it seems I have," he replied, staring at the broken glass.
"I'm deeply sorry about this."

"It's alright, and you don't seem to be bleeding."

"I have tough skin, and I'll pay for the glass."

"Don't worry about; we all have tough days at work," the waiter responded, making Henry chuckle.

"Henry"

"Jackson," he responded and shook Henry's stretched-out hand.
"Was that woman your girlfriend?"

"No, she's my... client; I'm her manager," Henry responded with his signature smile.

"Alright, enjoy your evening, sir," Jackson responded, which is when Henry noticed he had finished cleaning up the broken glass.