~Valeria~
Twenty-four hours later, I was sitting across from Marcus Thornfield the Second because of course he had a "the Second" in his name, wondering if it was possible to die from boredom.
"So then I told my golf instructor that my swing was off because I'd been thinking about quarterly targets," Marcus said, cutting his steak with so much concentration like a perfect surgeon. "Business never stops, you know?"
"Totally," I replied, stabbing my salad like it had personally wronged me. "Super relatable."
The sarcasm flew right over his perfectly styled head. This dude was like a Ken doll that someone had taught to talk about stocks and golf. Handsome in that boring, trust-fund way that screamed "my daddy bought my way into Harvard."
Kill me now.
"I was actually thinking," he contin
