In the car on the way back from the restaurant, he dozed in the quiet dark vehicle. Meredith always kept most of the lights off in her office to protect her eyes. In the car, every window had a factory limo tint. Meredith’s gentle turns and stops in the luxury vehicle lulled him to relax and sleep.

“It’s your first million dollars you two what are you gonna do?”

“Go to Vegas and rent a room.” Meredith deadpanned. That was the exact plan they had since watching their IPO take off.

Their COO raised a brow at her answer.

“…and make a million more!” Victor jumped in.

They took a short trip to an Indian casino instead. Victor paid cash for their best suite and it was still empowering. The casino enabled them not be seen again for four days by comping their room service thinking them newly weds.

“We can’t have stuff like what you said get around.” He said as they got to their room.

Meredith set her bag down and cocked her head. “Why? I’m divorced now. You said we would be fine. No scandal correct?”

Victor sighed and sat on the bed. “Correct. But, remember Kaarthen and Marcos? Those two were thick as thieves and they fucked everything in their section until H.R. wised up and broke ‘em up. Now that clown works at Menthino on the next floor. For them it’s not bad, but for us… We’re a team. Like batman…er superman and superwoman.” He said raising a hand for her.

She thought about this and walked to him standing over him between his legs in her black power suit. “But you’re black?” Meredith so loved the truth she pointed out the obvious.

“Yes well,” Victor shrugged. “Everyone wants to be superman.”

He was startled awake by the sound of a chime and a car door opening. He collected himself and was halfway out of the car before he realized it was the wrong garage.

These were the times she scared the shit out of him.

He sunk back in the car as she walked around the front. “Where are we Meredith?” He asked rhetorically already noticing how familiar the room was.

“My garage at my house.” She said walking over and opened the door to the house.

Her adorable bitch chocolate lab named Zwei race over and cuddled him. She was an older, mature, and silent dog. He bought Zwei for her after the divorce when she lost the blond lab she had had. Meredith tried to name her ‘two’ but he got her to do the count in German at the very least.

Drei, her trained half wolf shepherd, stayed by the door alert. He was for protection since Zwei demonstrated an inability to be confrontational, scary, or anything other then friendly affectionate and gentle.