You are fired!

Author’s pov

Noah, a pot-bellied man in his mid-forties, held a half glass of crystal-clear wine in his right hand. His short stature and well-creamed hair gave him the appearance of a musician. A luxurious wrist watch adorned his right wrist, and his gaze was fixed on a large flat-screen TV. He was on the verge of laughter due to what he was watching when Diana entered the living room wearing a very short skirt.

"Diana?" Noah uncrossed his legs, which were resting on a creamy stool, and his facial expression suddenly changed. "What are you doing here?" He stood up and took two steps closer to her. Noah's height became apparent as he approached Diana, who stood nearly six feet tall. Her long black hair cascaded down her shoulders, and she averted her gaze, leaving her round earring facing Noah.

"What are you doing here? When we last spoke thirty minutes ago, you said you were at Adrian's house. Did he send you away? Didn't he believe you?"

"I'm terrified. How can I claim to be