A sudden, sharp crash echoed down the hallway. Oliver, her husband, had lost his temper again over a minor oversight regarding his evening schedule. His short brown hair was slightly tousled, and his dark blue dress shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, revealing the tense, pulsing veins in his neck. He strode toward her with the predatory speed of a man accustomed to making obstacles vanish.
"You clumsy, useless idiot!" Oliver roared, his voice bouncing off the marble floors.