Brush-off

Abby watched with satisfaction as the original form transformed into countless fragments. Her gloomy expression dissolved, and she settled back into the plush leather chair, a contented smile gracing her lips. When Stuart returned to his office, he found his beloved daughter occupying his seat, looking rather pleased with herself. ‘Abby.’ ‘Dad.’ Abby rose from the chair, greeting him with a smile. ‘Mom said you wanted to talk to me.’ Stuart closed the door. ‘Your mother told me about the argument you had with Simon.’ ‘Oh.’ Abby’s smile faltered. ‘I thought this was about work.’ Stuart’s tone carried earnest concern. ‘You two are married now, so you can’t act the way you did before. I don’t know who or what started the argument, but I’ve seen how Simon treated you. I’m inclined to think he’s not to blame in this case. You are going to have to stop picking fights with him.’ ‘Dad, I know what I’m doing,’ Abby replied nonchalantly. ‘Just because we’re married doesn’t mean he gets a free pa