When 11 o'clock rolls around I grab my briefcase and head towards the meeting room with Hannah. We take a seat on the right hand side of the large table that could easily seat 20. We are joined by the heads of some of the departments but there's no sign of Christian.

"Where is he?" I whisper to Hannah.

"I have no idea, but he's never late." She whispers back, a little too loudly.

As if on cue the door opens and Christian strides in and takes a seat at the end of the table. His eyes scan the room until they meet mine, where he gives me an enthusiastic smile that makes me a little nervous. He looks edible in an immaculate gray suit with white shirt and that gray tie. Oh no it must be bad if he has to wear that tie that he knows will distract me. Shit.

"Good morning everyone. Just a quick meeting today. Having gone over all of the books through curiosity it looks like we're not getting the sales we want at the minute. Figures are down, so you all need to be working harder to get back to where we used to be other wise your jobs will be on the line. I hope I make myself clear." He says before standing.

"Ana, a word please." He says as he walks towards the door.

"Excuse me." I mumble to all of the employees. My employees.

When I leave the room, Christian looks like a man on a mission rushing towards my office. I follow him at a more leisurely pace trying to rack my brains over what he's just said.

"Did you know figures were down, Ana? I'd like to think you would." He almost shouts as I shut my office door. He's sat in my chair behind my desk, with his eyes fixed on me in an uneasy stare.

"I knew we weren't getting a lot of sales recently, but I didn't know they were down." I hit back.

"Well don't you think you should?"

"What is that supposed to mean, Christian?"

"This is your company now, Ana, and I think you need to remember that!" He yells.

"It's hard to remember that when you storm in like that and talk to MY employees like you own the place."

"Well maybe it's the only way to get it through to you."

"You had no right to do that Christian. You should have told me and I would have dealt with it the right way."

"What is the right way?" He spits.

"Not that!" I shout as I gesture towards the door.

"You need to get your shit together, Ana. I know this is all still new to you but you need to keep up to date with what's happening. You should be checking these things." He tells me, more calmly.

"I pay someone to do that Christian. If he hasn't told me then he's the one we should be speaking to. It has nothing to do with everyone else."

"It has everything to do with everyone else. They need to up their game before you go under."

"It can't be that bad, Christian. Come on." I roll my eyes.

At that moment, he stands to leave.

"Go and see for yourself, Ana. And do something about it. I'm going into the office." He says before he's gone.

I sit back at my desk and put my head in my hands. Fuck. I know Christian is trying to help me, but sometimes he goes about it the wrong way. There's no reason for him to be checking up on my work. I slam my hands down on the desk in anger and defeat. Then it occurs to me, is this another of his attempts to try and make me stop working? The last I knew selling figures weren't that bad. Sure, he can't and wouldn't interfere with anything like that, but it sounds like he's trying to make it sound worse so that it all becomes too much for me.

As I'm contemplating what to do next, my cell phone rings. I reach for it in my purse and see that it's Gail.

"Hi, Gail."

"Morning, Ana. I'm sorry to disturb you at work, but Phoebe's not very well. She's been sick and her temperature is quite high. She won't stop crying and if I'm honest I think she wants her Mommy."

"Oh no, Gail, I'm sorry. I'll leave now, I won't be long."

"Thank you, Ana, see you soon." She says before hanging up.

Great, that's all I need. Since having children, I've learnt that they catch bugs easily. There's always one of them who seems to have a cold or a sickness bug.

I grab my purse and my jacket and head towards Hannah's desk.

"Hannah I'm sorry, I need to go. Phoebe's sick. But if you need anything please call me. I'll keep my phone and laptop with me and try and work from home."

"Oh no, poor Phoebe. Don't worry, Ana, we'll be fine, just go and look after that little princess of yours." She says.

"Thanks, Hannah, and I'm sorry about, Christian." I reply as I turn to leave, wondering why I now feel like I have to apologise for my over bearing husband.

When I arrive home the house is in chaos.

"Ana, we're up here." Gail shouts.

I head upstairs and walk into Phoebe's room to find her sat on top of her bed, wearing only a diaper with her face in a sick bowl, held by Gail who is sat next to her.

"I hope you don't mind, but I rang Grace, she's on her way."

"Not at all, Gail. Thank you, I really appreciate it. I know this isn't your job. Here let me."

We swap places and I pull my baby girl into a big cuddle.

"It's okay, baby, you'll be much better soon when Gan'ma Grace gets here."

She just nods in response, before she throws up into the bowl as I run her back.

"Good girl, get it out and you'll feel much better."

She eventually stops and Gail takes the bowl for me as she goes to rinse it out.

"Did she eat her breakfast, okay?" I ask her when she walks back into the room.

"Yes fine, but not before she threw herself into another tantrum because she didn't want pancakes."

"I know she's at that age where she's defiant, but sometimes I think there's more to it."

"Spoilt." Gail nods.

"And we all know who by." She adds as we laugh.

Ten minutes later Grace arrives and has checked Phoebe over.

"Looks like just another 24 hour bug, Ana. I wouldn't worry too much. Just make sure she drinks a lot of water to say hydrated and it'll pass. There's nothing we can really do apart from wait."

"Thanks, Grace, it's good of you to come over on your day off."

"Nonsense, I'd be here if it wasn't my day off and you know it. Now let me take over whilst you keep Christian updated."

Shit. I haven't even thought about Christian.

I swap places with Grace and head back downstairs to find my cell.

"Grey" he snaps after just one ring, obviously not even looking at who's calling.

"It's me. Phoebe's sick. Your mums checked her out, it's just a 24 hour thing but I'm at home."

"Fucks sake. Do I need to come home?"

Need.

"No Christian, you don't NEED to do anything. Do what you want, you do anyway." I shout before ending the call. Bastard.