C11 I can stand up for myself

Finally this long shift has over, I can’t wait to get home and relax in the bathtub.

I’d been in the office since early this morning and my legs are still feeling the effects from the high stilettos I was wearing.

I rush through the doorway of our large apartment, I had managed to hail a taxi a block away so I was home twenty minutes earlier than I’d normally have been.

“Roman?” I call out