Later that evening.
Sampson sat in his office that was pitch dark, save for the small reading lamp that sat on his desk, illuminating his massive structure that was hunched over on his desk, his head in his palms.
His mind was reeling in exhaustion, as he thought over the hundred and one things he had to carry out that evening.
"Sampson." Faye called softly from where she leaned against the wide door frame, taking in her husband's figure.
She could see the exhaustion in his features as he looked up at her, a ghost smile lining his lips.
"Baby." He cooed, his voice dry and parched. He hadn't even realized until then.
Faye unleaned from the door frame, taking soft steps to the refrigerator that was situated at the corner of the room, taking out a bottle of water.
