I was thrilled about this because I finally didn’t have to cater to his picky eating habits. No more complaints about the porridge being too thick or the buns too dry. I used to wake up at five every morning to prepare his breakfast, only to be criticized.
Now, I only needed to warm a glass of soy milk and boil an egg for myself, and that was perfectly fine.
I suddenly realized I didn’t need John that much after all.
I tidied myself up and quickly entered my working state to receive my new client. This contract was a must for me.
When John called, I was showing the client around our company.
He called repeatedly, so I immediately put my phone on silent. Whatever his reason, it was insignificant at that moment.
My client glanced at my phone and asked, "Looks like something urgent, do you need to take that?"
"Nothing is more important than serving you, Mr. Wilson."
He smiled and dropped the topic.
The entire project went smoothly, and after a day of inspection, we signed the contract.
I went home feeling very satisfied.
When I got home, John was sitting on the sofa smoking.
Another cigarette. I found it annoying. The whole house was filled with smoke, and I would need to air it out.