A Proposal

The next day:

They had arrived back to the city where he worked.

"Good morning, where were you last week?" Erica asked Greg.

Looking up from his desk to see her face, he answered, "what does my whereabouts have to do with you, Erica?"

"Why will you ask me such a question, I am your woman!" She was shouting already.

"I told you I'm done with your dirty life. I can't be your man!" He shouted back at her.

Ignoring his statement, she started again, "you have been absent from work these days."

"Yes, and so?" He asked again. "What does it have to do with you?"

"A lot! We are engaged, Greg. And I should know what you do with your life," She answered, taking a seat opposite him.

Smiling at the answer she gave her, he stood up, "leave my office this minute," He said, pointing at the door.

"I can't, until I get my answers," She said, unmoved by his words.

"Leave my office!" He shouted this time, forcing her on her feet.

"You'll regret this, I promise you," Erica threatened, walking out of his o