Guilty As Syn

XII

|Right, to remain silent!|

"I know, I know.— For the billionth time, I apologize!" I sighed.

"Yeah I heard you. However, it's my right as your husband to be concerned of the company you're keeping! Do you think that as a woman of your statue, that's it best for you to be portrayed in that light? And out of all people your clients family?" Terrance complained.

I nodded, as if he could see me.

He has been in my ear, for the past half hour badgering me about going out last night. I saw it from his prospective. Which is why I've been biting my tongue, for majority of the phone call.

The speech was growing tiresome, I apologized. You'd think he'd take that as a win, but no not Terrance.

It's like he got off on arguing, we were going so good.

"Look babe I know that you're worried. I'm letting you know now, I have everything in control. I'm acknowledging you have concern, and moving forward I'll consult with you first." I took a deep breath, taking a note from Dr. Paige.

Our marriage counselor, whom we've began seeing twice a week. She was the reason we were seeing somewhat eye to eye.

Terrance was keeping an open mind. Although, it was only the first week, I couldn't expect a full 180 from two sessions.

I was just thankful he was trying.

"Fine, Syn if you feel as if you have everything under control— I will not bring it up again. I trust you."

I smiled.

There was a knock at the door, and it could if only been two people.

"Thank you, I have to go. I love you and I'll see you when I get home."

Waiting until he said it back, I returned the phone back to the receiver.

"Come in!"

My door opened showcasing Marissa, this was her first day back since— The mishap with Rahim.

"Hey." She said giving me a small smile.

I extended my arm, urging her to sit.

"Take a seat."

She sat in front of my desk awkwardly.

Believe me it was just as awkward for me, I was the one caught red handed.

"I—"

"If you don't mind Mrs. Lattimore, I'd like to just apologize for walking in on—"

"No, Marissa please. If anyone is owing any apologies it would be me. That was extremely unprofessional on my behave. In no way, shape or form was that your fault. I hope that my misconduct, doesn't make you look at me in a bad light—"

"Of course not! If you don't mind, are we speaking as homegirls or employer to employee?" She questioned.

"At this point, professionalism has exited the building." I threw my hands up.