When the call ended, Stanley Batton walked over to Xyla Quest and held her hand.

She turned around to gaze at him quizzically. “Did something come up in the office?”

“No, nothing,” he replied.

“I heard the word ‘meeting’. Do you have a meeting?” Xyla questioned further.

Whenever her husband hosted a meeting, it involved something significant.

“Yeah, but it’s not important,” he insisted.

She knew he was lying. “You should go. You’ve already put off a lot of work because of me recently. If t