Ten minutes more drive to the house and she hadn't said a word. She looked expressionless, no emotion visible. I couldn't tell what she was thinking.
Getting out of the car, she didn't wait for me or Martin to get the door, she helped herself and headed into the house. I felt defeated, I couldn't take anything but her silence. She could scream at me, shout at me. I deserved it.
"Give her time sir," Martin said as I headed inside. I nodded, patting him on the back.
"I ordered pizza." She was at the bar with a glass of whiskey in her hand. It was the first time since we moved in together I would see her get a drink from the bar. A beer, now and then but never a stiff drink.
"Okay. Can we talk?" I dropped my briefcase on the sofa and moved towards her.
"Sit…" she ordered pointing a finger at the bar stool.
I did as she said, still trying to read her face.
"Tell me how this will affect your transition to CEO,"