Mourning

His door opened to reveal another woman between her husband's legs in the office. The woman gasped in shock at the intrusion.

Mrs. Harrison stood at the threshold, her expression serene despite the unexpected scene before her. She arched an eyebrow, her gaze shifting from her husband to the woman who now stood frozen in embarrassment.

"Well, this is certainly a surprise," she remarked casually, as if stumbling upon such situations was an everyday occurrence for her. She maintained an air of nonchalance, refusing to let any hint of shock or anger surface.

Mr. Harrison, oblivious to his wife's presence, finally looked up from his desk, his expression registering confusion before recognition dawned. He scrambled to sit up, attempting to compose himself, but Mrs. Harrison's demeanor remained unchanged.

"Ah, my dear," Mr. Harrison began, his voice faltering as he searched for an explanation that would satisfy his wife's inevitable questions.