A Pushover

Saturday, on the day of the shareholder's meeting.

The beads of sweat rolled down her jawline and dropped on the mat when Anya was elbow-planking. The weight discs on her back seemed much heavier than her frame. 

Her core clenched tightly and her body started to tremble after a minute but her determination was much stronger. "Add another." She needs to beat her record in order to be the best of herself.

Alvin glanced at the weight disks on the rack and looked back at Anya. He truly pondered where she gets her strength in her lissom body. He accepted that he was married to a devil.

His wife wanted him to challenge her limits but he couldn't bring himself to add another weight on her back.

"Alvin," Anya grunted glancing at his legs that hadn't moved.