Since you missed your husband, you decided to visit him personally at his work. Walking through the doors you were stopped by his (bitchy) assistant,

Secretary: you cannot enter without permission.

She says, eyeing you down.

Secretary: this is a private joint - there’s no place for.. lower class people like you.

You were about to speak up until you were interrupted with the feeling of someone grabbing your waist

“Treat my spouse like that again and watch what happens.”

Scaramouche scolds firmly, glaring at the secretary.