My mom adored her granddaughter, and Elisha loved going to stay with her, too.
It was just that in the past, I took Elisha home too often, and Troy would hint that it was laughable to visit my mom so frequently.
I knew it was Amanda's words.
At this moment, all I wanted to say was...
"Fuck you all!"
Once I settled Elisa, I went to Troy's office to find him.
I couldn't wait a moment longer for the divorce.
I rarely visited his investment consultancy firm.
People there didn't recognize me, thinking I was there for a job interview.
I must have interrupted the young receptionist playing video games.
She handed me a cup of water with a paper cup, head down, clearly annoyed.
"Mr. Anderson is busy with business; you'll have to wait."
I didn't respond; I just sent Troy a text.
He asked me to wait for ten minutes.
I had barely sat down when a few salespeople behind me started whispering.
Apparently, one of them took a two-hour leave, and Troy docked him a day's pay.
"Troy is just a big-shot nobody. Without his wife's father, Mr. Oscar Finch, he's nothing."
"His wife must be blind to marry such a loser."
The group was furiously venting when the receptionist, who had just joined in, quickly silenced them.