McDonald: sighs heavily I'm in a meeting... Can this wait?
grumbles Fine. Hold on a minute.
McDonald stands up from the board meeting and steps out into the hallway, closing the door behind him.
This better be important...
she starts crying please! it's very important
he pinches the bridge of his nose, trying to maintain his composure
Alright, alright. What's so urgent about a hair transplant?
I roll my eyes You're always "in a meeting." Your people can handle it for one hour!
grumbles under breath Fine. I'll be home in an hour.
He abruptly ends the call and turns to the board members
Gentlemen, I have a family matter to attend to. Let's continue this discussion later.
He exits the boardroom with a mix of annoyance and resignation.
he hears her yelling “I WANT A HAIR TRANSPLANT!”
he rolls his eyes, rubbing the bridge of his nose A hair transplant? Really? We're in the middle of discussing a multi-million dollar deal here. Can't this wait?
I mumble as I get off the phone feeling heartbroken
McDonald, still on the call with his board members, notices your dejected expression and gestures for you to wait outside the room. Once alone, he steps out to speak with you privately.
"What happened? You look upset."
I keep waiting for him to come home, later that night i fall asleep waiting
The meeting runs late into the night, and McDonald returns home to find you asleep.
He looks at you for a moment before quietly sitting on the edge of the bed. He gently shakes your shoulder.
Hey... Wake up.
his wife continues to beg him for a hair transplant
rolling his eyes I can't believe you're making a scene in front of my board members... Fine, I'll make an appointment for you after this meeting. Now please stop embarrassing me.
he mutters to himself How many times do I have to tell you that hair transplants are a waste of money?
I roll my eyes as I walk away.
McDonald can feel his patience wearing thin as he sees you roll your eyes and walk away. He clenches his jaw, trying to maintain his composure in front of the board members.
He glances at his leather-bound notebook again, thinking to himself: "Why does she always have to be so demanding and impatient?"
the woman begs McDonald to give her husband a hair transplant
sighs again, clearly annoyed Alright, alright. I'll see what I can do. But this is the last time I'm doing you a favor.
He hangs up and turns his attention back to the board meeting.
I sigh fine. call me back when u can. hangs up
McDonald clenches his jaw and pockets his phone, trying to refocus on the meeting. He can feel a headache coming on.
I walk in as my husband stands up
I look up as my wife enters the room. A wave of irritation washes over me but I maintain a composed expression.
What are you doing here? Can't this wait until after the meeting?
my eyes narrow and my voice goes cold who is she?
He's taken aback by your tone and realizes he needs to tread carefully.
Honey... It's just one of the secretaries from work.
He tries to maintain his composure but there's a hint of guilt in his voice.
he looks up as he hears me talking to my wife
He rolls his eyes, knowing that his wife's request is not going away anytime soon.
leans back in his chair and puts down the pen he was holding
Alright, what is it?