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    The place was dark and empty and quiet. It was a nice change from the way it was when I was normally there. Steam and heat and an angry tension as everyone slaved towards a second Michelin star. I plopped myself down in the office, listening to Angie humming in the kitchen.
    A door opened somewhere. My ears perked up.
    "Oh, shit!" I heard Will's voice bark.
    "Hey Will!" came Angie's reply.
    "Watchya doing here on your day off, girl?"
    That got my attention. Girl? What happened to "Yes chef?"
    Silence. I sat up in the chair, wondering if I just couldn't hear what she was saying.
    "You know," came the answer after what seemed like too long a pause. "Just forgot it was our day off."
    "Fuck, yeah!" Will snapped.
    My mouth dropped open. Anger sizzled in my chest. Clearly there was something going on. Trying to ignore the throbbing pressure in my temple, I stood up as quietly as I could and tiptoed to the door.
    It was already open a crack and I peered through, hoping they were in my line of sight. They were. There was Will, standing right next to her. His body language was all...wrong. The stiff posture, the hand-wringing, the cheesy grin were all gone. It was the first time I realized how much taller he was than her.
    "What are you doing here?" Angie asked. My eye shifted towards her. There was something odd about her posture. Casual. Easy. None of the razor wire she normally shredded the kitchen with. What the fuck was going on?!?
    "Checkin' the facebooks and whatnot. You know."
    "What?" she asked, sounding confused.
    "Just, you know, the online shit. You know."
    Another pause.
    "Will, are you fucking surfing porn on the office computer?"
    He stood there, his head rolling from side to side. Then his palms went up. "Shit..." he muttered.
    "Gross."
    Gross. That's all she said. She didn't tear him a new ass hole, which she should have. Which the Angie I knew
would
have. She didn't hurl profanities. She just said "gross," and turned back to the cash.
    An anger seized me. Who the
fuck
were these people and why were they so different from the ones I thought I knew? Was she hiding something from me? Was she...I could barely finish the thought. The bottom dropped out of my stomach. Was she sleeping with him?
    Why was all the excitement gone, now that it seemed like the answer might be "yes?" Why could I only feel rage now in place of all that lust? I looked through the crack between the door and the frame again. What I saw took my breath away.
    He was standing over her, her back turned to him. He leaned close. My eyes shot wide. Was he...? Was he going to fucking
kiss
her?!?
    My body tensed, ready to explode through the door, ready for a fight. Something held me back.
    "Hey baby doll," he murmured, just loud enough for me to hear. "It was good times the other night."
    My hands were shaking. My whole body hummed with loathing. My wife was cheating on me with this man. I knew it.
    "Yeah, yeah," she waved him away but I saw the smile that crept across her lips. A smile at the memory of his cock stuffed into her cheating whore cunt.
    I took a breath, hoping that the crimson haze would lift long enough for me to make it through the door without attacking Will. I pushed open the door of the office and stormed out.
    His whole face changed as soon as he saw me. The white's of his eyes got bigger. His mouth popped open. The look of a lover, discovered by a cuck.
    "M-M-Mr. Sampson," he stammered.
    I shot daggers at Angie. She seemed just as shocked. Like she hadn't remembered I was there?
    I stopped in front of them and stared him straight in the eyes. "I told you not to fucking call me that, William." I turned to Angie. "Keys."
    She swallowed. A hand shot into her pocket, fumbling until she pulled out the ring of keys. I grabbed it from her and without another word, tore out of there, into the parking lot and towards our car.
    My hands were shaking so badly I could barely push the key into the slot. Her voice made me spin around. I tried