Kelly is my wife.

Adrian

I was halfway through wrapping up the call with Kelly when my assistant knocked on the door, her voice tense. “Dr. Adrian, there’s…a situation outside.”

I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. 

“Can it wait? I’m—” I said, pulling my phone away from my mouth.

“It’s a celebrity,” she blurted out, her tone a mix of panic and frustration. “He’s throwing a tantrum”

I raised an eyebrow. “A celebrity?” I repeated, surprised. “And this is my problem because…?”

She looked visibly uncomfortable.

“He’s demanding to see you. He won’t leave.”

What the hell gives him the right.

Hanging up the phone, I stormed out...