Leaving On A Jet PLane

Emma swallowed hard and switched her personally from desperate whore to bubbly housewife

"Yes hun?" she called out in the most convincing voice she could manage.

"Can you come here for a minute? I need help with something." Steven yelled out. Emma rolled her eyes and put down her twice-cleaned plate. She would have to put the dirty mind in the box and see what Steven needed. ‘Most likely lost something again.’ Emma thought as she made her way through the house.

As she got to the doorway, she was a bit shocked and noticed a room was in a bit of disarray. A few boxes were around the room opened and stacks of papers were laid on previously empty chairs. She couldn’t help but be annoyed at the state of the room being that she trying to keep a tidy place to live. She bit her tongue and responded in the most pleasant way she could.

"What the fuck is going on?" Emma said

"I know this looks bad but I’m looking for my contacts. Apparently, there is a school opening up in New Bostork City and they want me to set up a team to go out there and help them with logistics. I got a raise and a promotion." Steven says with pride. Emma’s sour mood stalled and she was shaken. She couldn’t believe the good news. It slightly watered down the guilt.

"Oh wow, congrats!" Emma’s stance softens a bit as she runs over and pulls her husband into a hug. Holding her husband. Steven continues to explain.

"They want me to leave tonight. I know it's short notice, but the money is worth the price." Emma steps away. Her stance grew cold and her heart sank. This annoyance didn’t sit too well being that now she would be alone for god knows how long.