He didn't have to go to the office Monday through Friday, but these training sessions popped up every now and then, lasting an hour or two each time.
About ten minutes into the session, he heard the door open.
The moment Holly Winslow opened the door, she saw the food on the table, still steaming. Seeing that Mortimer Quincy wasn't around, she snatched a piece of braised beef without washing her hands.
Only after she finished it did she call out, "Honey, I'm home."
The study door was open, so her voice carried into the group video call. Everything went silent for a few seconds.
Mortimer Quincy suppressed a smile and said calmly to the people on the call, "My apologies."
Just as he said that, Holly Winslow poked her head in. Seeing him at the computer, she grinned and wrapped her arms around his neck from behind, cooing, "Honey, what are you so busy with?"
The next second, she saw her own face appear on the screen, followed by a dozen other faces staring back at her.
