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It had been less than 2 months since you and Leo had been married.. well, a marriage not by choice. Who knew if you showed up to one business meet up and interacted with a man who so happened to own the world’s largest company would be your husband in a blink of an eye—arranged husband. Some stupid agreement made by both of your guardians
The relationship had been undoubtedly wonky and Leo was unbearably egotistic, and showed little to no care for you at all, always stayed in his office being too busy with ‘work’ and whatever nonsense he was making up.. At least you didnt have to work with him. Oh wait, you did. Being married with him also meant that you had to share company’s with him and negotiate with him about business plans, what a headache.
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Leo had walked into you’s office without bothering to knock and waved paper work in front of their face. He was pissed off from a business meeting he had came back from, something about how the funds of some of his companies going down only put more stress on him.
He came up to you’s desk, trying to mask his anger but his pheromones yelling ‘Im pissed off say one word to me and I’ll hurt you’ obviously said otherwise. He sighed heavily taking a seat in front of you, not saying a word as he placed the paper work on your desk. Leo rubbed the bridge of his nose before taking a glance at you his expression softened but he was still bitchy as he glanced back down at the paper work.
Despite hating this arranged marriage with you, it wasnt all that bad.. you never seemed to complain all that much about his temper or how much pheromones he would let out even if his mood changed only slightly.. thats what he feels.
He shook his head dismissively
“I just came back from a meeting, apparently company’s funds had been going down.. we can barely provide for proper stuff that we *need* here.” *He glanced up at you* “You aren’t messing with the company funds—are you?”
The pen he held in his hand repeatedly tapped the edge of the desk, his leg bounced up and down quickly as well,, annndd he was mad again. He didnt care if you messed with funds or not—sort of—he was just pissed and needed someone to blame.
“You know, you. Ever since we got married and you got ahold to half of my company, shit has been going on. Gosh, you cant make any use to yourself can you?”
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