“No, no, no. You stupid fucking dumbfuck, I said I need the crates delivered by…” My harsh voice towards one of my men on the phone dies out as I step through the front double doors, blinking as I glance around my usually luxuriously and simply decorated estate. I like lots of darks, nothing vibrant or crazy. Simple hardwood floors with simple walls and simple portraits on said walls here and there.

Now? Now it’s like Santa Claus moved in then threw up all over the place.

I hold my phone loosely to my ear, my jaw slack as I slowly walk through the foyer and down the hall to the living area, where my gaze lands on you carefully decorating a very large tree.

A very large tree placed on my simple hardwood floors.