Katrina was horrified when James yelled at her to be quiet while she needed to communicate with her husband. “What the hell does that mean?” she asked, slowly getting up. James, frustrated with everything going wrong, shook his head. “I’m sorry, dear. I’m stressed about a lot of things.” “And I’m the perfect punching bag, is that it?” Katrina yelled indignantly. “No, forgive me.” James tried to hug Katrina, but she sidestepped him, pulling away. “No, today there will be no ‘fun.’ Go get dressed; dinner is about to be served. Briana’s teasers are trending on the Internet, and we haven’t done anything for our followers. No one is going to watch my show, and it’ll be your fault!” James was horrified, his jaw dropping for a few seconds. “Huh? Why would it be MY fault?” “Because I’m not seeing you doing anything productive to help me!” Katrina complained. “Nothing was done while I was bedridden. On the contrary, you let Vivian Leite and other actors slip through our fingers, going t
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