Peters Wife
“I’m late.” I yelled. I grabbed my travel mug. I kissed my wife and headed out the door. It was an hour’s drive to work depending on the traffic. I hate being late it’s a good thing I’m the boss. I parked in my spot and took the elevator up to the third floor. My office was at the other end of the floor and I said good morning to staff as I passed. I was just about to enter my rooms when my personnel officer stopped me. “You’ve got a new secretary this morning. She’s been vetted and just needs...