𝘽𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙎𝙪𝙜𝙖𝙧 // 𝙇. 𝘼𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙣

𝐂𝐇. 𝟓: 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐁𝐘

𝗔𝗰𝘁 𝟭, 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟱: 𝗚𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁 𝗚𝗮𝘁𝘀𝗯𝘆

Levi was looking into the mirror, fixing his black bow tie against his suit. His dead silver eyes were staring back at each other as he tried his best to muffle out the outside sound. Today was the day of the company gala, a high-end and high-stakes event where all the titans in the financial arena gather in one place and talk ideas to conquer the world of economics.

Petra had promised to not be drunk when he got back from running errands and set-ups for the said gala, and Levi had believed her, thinking maybe they would have a good day, and he would able to bring his upstanding wife. Well, that all changed when Levi came home to Petra drinking and berating him, calling him all types of obscenities.

"Yeah, go on to your stupid fucking gala, get their dicks hard with your fucking money, huh Levi?" She slurred as Levi sighed, feeling himself becoming more exhausted by the minute.

"You know, you're nothing, more than a low-life, runt from The fucking Underground who tries to fuck everyone over and make it seem like he's some Manhattan God!" Levi froze, turned, and then trudged over to his wife, gripping the sides of her face with one hand.

"Don't, you ever, mention a thing about The Underground. You had no idea what it was like there, so I suggest you watch your damn mouth," he mushed her back, walking back to the bathroom as she laughed drunkly.

"I-I bet she's gonna be there, ain't she? Huh? Probably lookin' all sexy in those-those tight dresses you like, right? Yeah?" Petra's bloodshot eyes began to water as she stood from the bed.

"Why her, huh? What's she got that I don't, why don't you ever look at me like that?!" She wailed, stumbling over and leaning up against the bathroom doorframe. Levi sighed, turning and walking over to his sniveling wife. He caressed her face, stroking her cheek lovingly.

"Petra, babe, I'm not sleeping with my secretary, nor do I look at her in any type of way. It's strictly a work interaction. Please, stop trying to convince yourself that's what's going on," He spoke softly. Petra groaned, throwing Levi's hand off of her face, pointing at him accusingly as he backed up towards the bedroom entrance.

"You're doing that sweet talk, manipulative shit you do! You're fucking her you LOWLIFE WORM!" Petra suddenly picked up her cup that had liquor in it, chucking her drink at Levi, who slightly gasped and shut the door, the glass shattering against the wood and sticky sweet contents of liquor running down the door.

"I'm getting rid of all this fucking alcohol TONIGHT!" He yelled, slamming the bedroom door. Levi exits his house, getting into the backseat of his limo. The driver began to drive, Levi groaning as he sighed, tilting his head back and closing his eyes. He leaned forward and poured himself a drink, calling Hange on the phone.

"Bossman, what's up?" Hange asked as Levi sighed, wiping a hand down the side of his face.

"Tonight, just a little," He said as Hange began to practically beam through the phone.

"Finally! Loosenin' up , Levi, I'm proud! Gotta ask though, what happened?" Levi took a sip of his drink.

"Petra's fuckin' insane. It's like ever since I got a new secretary, one that's getting shit done for the company, and she hasn't been sober since. I thought today she would at least hold off for the gala, but nope, I was completely wrong," He said as Hange winced.