Triffany got home, she didn’t bother going upstairs, she ate dinner first before going into the room she shared with Carlos. Carlos was going through some files at his desk.

“I’m back.” She announced.

Carlos lifts his eye to look at her, he frowned slightly. “Can you please not let me noticed you next time.”

“Am I a mouse?” she scoffed.

“You should be one.” He said coldly looking down at the file he was going through.

Triffany heave a sigh and sat on the couch. “I can’t, get that straight.” Carlos looked up at her. “What?” she asked when she notices his cold gaze that doesn’t seem to affect...