Coriolanus was seated at his desk, deep in thought as he perused through a sea of paper and files. In his role as President,he was constantly bombarded with requests, and tasks that needed to be addressed.Just as he was on the verge of losing his temper, his wife, entered his office. His gaze traveled from her feet to her head, already calculating how he would handle this interruption and return to his work. “Do you need something?” he snapped, his voice rough and his words sharp with anger.