The moment he opened the door to the gym, the pungent stench hit Jason square in the nose like a boxer with bricks in his gloves.
It nearly sent him physically stumbling back as he realised just how right Elise had been.
He scanned the room, until he saw the weights bobbing up and down above a weight bench, and slowly wove his way around all of the other expensive machines they had purchased through their definitely not insider trading.
Valerie lay on the bench, her brow creased with concentration as a small pool of sweat had formed within that crease and trembled with every one of her movements.
Jason watched her pumping the iron up and down, nodding his head softly in approval at the weight she was lifting. It was roughly 250 kilograms, or close to 1500 cheeseburgers as Elise always made sure to say whenever she was around.
