"I'll think about it and let you know." I say. My father scoffs. "It's a yes or no question." He just can't keep his trap shut. 
"And I said I'll let you know." 
"Before you came here, things went by quickly because we made fast decisions." His raises a smug brow. I'll pay someone to wax that off his face without his knowledge the next time he goes to the body massage place. 
"Is that why the quality of service was going down? Because you gave no thought to anything?" The late duke funded my father's hospital and many others. He made a whole chain. 
And my father as the head surgeon took full liberty of ruling over it like a dictator. Over a fucking hospital. He charged whatever he wanted, he did whatever he wanted. People were paying four hundred quid for fucking cold medicine. 
While I was a duke in name, I didn't have my inheritance. It wouldn't come to me until I got married. And while me having my inheritance would've made my father's life hell, he decided if I am to marry, he should pick my bride. 
He started throwing his friend's daughters in my face. I knew they would all be his little spies, making my life a living nightmare. So I picked my own poison. My beautiful but broken poison. 
She despises my father as much as I do. I know I picked well when the second she saw him, she turned away. He is borderline rude to her every time he sees her. She has done nothing to him except refuse his handshake but that's because she touches no one. 
He hates my wife because her existence ruined his plans but nobody cares about him so he can weep in his bed. I look back at the table and decide it's time to end this meeting. 
"Now, if you could all excuse me and get back to your jobs."
I walk inside my office and start to clean up the desk a little. I do not come to this hospital everyday. I prefer my home office, or the one my grandfather had in the countryside. He sat there and gambled. But instead of cards or sports, he gambled on companies and enterprises. 
He made so much money just investing his inheritance in companies. Man was a genius. I sit in my seat and read through the notes my assistant sent me when my door opens. 
I expected my father because he is an annoying wanker but I'm fairly surprised to see my wife walk in. Her long beige overcoat hides whatever she is wearing underneath completely. 
It swallows her up. A shame. I remember buying this coat for her and it fit her perfectly then. Which means she has lost even more weight than before. 
At this rate, all that would be left of her would be skin and bones. "Are you here to lend me a hand at work, darling?" 
"No." Her response is curt. Her face is even more hostile than usual. "Then are you here because you missed me?" 
"No." 
"Are you upset?" I ask. "No." 
"Is that the only word you're going to say to me?" 
She huffs at that question. "It doesn't seem nice when you ask something and the answer is 'no', does it Harold?" Oh dear. She holds grudges. When I don't respond, she sits on the chair opposite my desk. 
"You told me you will give me whatever I ask for." I did say that. "I apologise darling, I should've written down terms and conditions for that. Divorce is not included." I look back at the notes while she mopes. 
"Harol-" Fuck this. I stand up and put on my coat. "It's late Inayat, do you want to have dinner?" I walk out of the cabin before she has the chance to respond and I know she is following me. That's what she does. Once she sets her mind on something, she only stops when she gets it.