Chapitre 89: Matter Of Priorities

David enters his room and settles on his bed. He looks at the blank screen of his phone, expecting if Sabrina would text him but... there wasn't even a goodnight text received. 

He turns his head towards his study table where a pile of files was resting, waiting for him to be looked at. 

"It isn't that I don't have work... It is a matter of priorities Sabrina." He says, looking at the untouched files. Shaking his head he gets up and sits back on the study table chair. "I guess seeming responsible is also a charm." He shrugs his shoulders and opens the first file in the pile. 

"If that's what you want... Let's make it real." 

*** 

Sabrina enters her apartment, heaving a sigh as she slips out of her shoes. 

"Oh, honey you are home," Doris calls from the kitchen. 

"Yes, mom..." She walks inside lazily and slumps on the sofa in the living room.