Damage Control 9

Chapter Eighty

Damage Control 9

At Mr. Gabriel Johnson's House

The General Manager was resting in the parlor and sipping his tea while monitoring the jingles. He liked watching it in the parlor, where he had a bigger screen. Then, his wife came back to meet him.

"Hi, dear."

"Welcome home, my Pleasant One. How was your day?"

"My day was good. And you?"

"Good."

She bent over to his ear, gave him a peck and whispered."

"I hope you're ready? You know what it means to call me 'pleasant one'."

He chuckled and asked.

"So 'pleasant one' is the secret?"

"Ha ha. Are you just knowing it?"

She asked and called out to the chef.

"Mary."

"Yes, madam."

"What do we have for lunch?"

Before Mary could explain, she interrupted her.

"Get me any swallow."

Okay, madam."

She carefully sat down beside her husband, pulled off her shoes and rested her legs on the center table while she waited for the food. Then, she inquired from her husband.

"What did you have for lunch?"

"Spaghetti."