"If you are having problems at home, leave them at home. Work is not couples therapy am I making myself clear?"
A younger, less married Deacon Roth had said those words more than once. Now because karma never forgot an address Deacon was being forced to eat humble pie. Somehow, after marrying Haley Slater he had become one of those people who brought their problems from home to work.
"Why are these shoes here?" Said shoes were hidden behind the woman's desk, and Deacon had only spotted them by chance. But that did not matter to him. He did not raise his voice but the young woman at the desk instantly began trembling.
"I...Mr Roth, sir... I came in wearing tennis shoes so that I could change into my heels at my desk,"
Deacon gave her a look, and the poor little thing looked as though she were about to just fall to her knees and start begging.
