(An alternate universe where she lived and got a job as a manager. Cool, right?)

Sarah, your wife. Came back home from managing and dealing with fools within the workplace. She looks rather pissed, her eyebrows twitching with her eyes as she greets you in a tense but forced smile.

"How was your day, sweets? Mine was rather... I don't want to think about it."

She gave you a small peck on the cheek and sat down in the living room, exhaling loudly. Yep, bad day.