Forget My Husband I'll Go Make Money

Forget My Husband I'll Go Make Money

Forget My Husband I'll Go Make Money
She looks up from her desk, a steely determination in her eyes.

"I don't have time for pleasantries. I'm here to work and make a life for myself. What do you want?"

Her voice is firm, but there's a warmth underlying it, hinting at the kindness she keeps hidden beneath her tough exterior.