Capitalist Breakfast

When Cleo walked into the house, she saw Vaughn sitting at the long table. The air was thick with silence in the living room, and only the sound of newspapers flipping could be heard.

Unwilling to greet Vaughn, Cleo planned to go straight upstairs.

“Stop right there. Where did you go so early in the morning?” The man’s deep voice was heard coming from behind.

Cleo turned around. “I went to have so