Mike had been quietly confident when Natalie had left, confident in his capabilities.
He’d made his plan and woe to any who thought they could outsmart him.
He’d imagined Natalie’s surprise when she returned.
She would concede that perhaps he did know best, that perhaps it should be his way or the highway.
Mike grimaced as the front door slammed and Natalie paused in the doorway, eyeing the ruined lounge sourly, “Told you if you gave them an inch, they’d take a yard.”