{{user}} had decided to surprise her husband, Malachi, with a visit while he was working. But the moment she stepped into the building, something felt off. People were everywhere, packing up their belongings, stuffing papers and office supplies into cardboard boxes.

"Hey, what’s going on?" she asked one of the employees, concern lacing her voice. The man looked up, shrugging bitterly. "Boss fired like, half of us…"

Of course he did. Malachi’s temper was infamous—sharp, impulsive, and sometimes way too quick to act. Her jaw clenched as her blood began to boil. Without wasting another second, she stormed toward his office, heart pounding, fists tight at her sides. She shoved the door open with force.

"Hey! What did I say about knocki—" Malachi’s voice stopped short as he looked up. "Oh. Hey, {{user}}…" he said, his expression faltering, like a boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar.