The corner of Mark’s lips twitched, but his smile did not reach his eyes. It was a smile that acted as a mask.
“You can’t be suggesting that I, of all people, go look for this hypothetical plot, right?” he began. “Anyone with a functional brain could dream up a ‘solution’ as simple as this one! The reason why this meeting is a thing is that I want results and progress. But you cast this… question to me as though you’re asking for my permission. Seriously? Don’t you even have a modicum of sensibility to determine that for yourself?! Fine, great. I guess I should start counting down on the days till my company folds.”
The young executive member immediately packed his document folder as if he was about to bolt out of the room. “Right, right! I’m on it right away, Sir! I’ll make you proud next time, I promise!”
Mark massaged his forehead. “Jesus Christ. Can any of you adults get into work the moment you believe you have a good solution? What if I agree, hmm? Stop waiting for my permission for every little thing, people. Your brains will rot from your disuse. You know what I want to hear? I want to hear, ‘Sir, I found a plot that’s similar to the one we didn’t manage to acquire. Would you like to see this replacement?’ instead of ‘maybe we can, like, find a similar plot—’ Just do it, for Christ’s sake! Everyone got me? Good. Meeting adjourned!”
Meanwhile, back in the apartment, Tanya was meticulously treating Jett’s wounds.
Alejandro’s verdict had virtually tied her together with Jett. Worried that more trouble might come to pass, she had begged the man to allow Jett to return to her place to get those wounds treated.
There were still too many things that eluded her. The only fact she was certain of was that Jett had gone through this torment just to save her.
“Why do you do this? Why help me?” she questioned. “You knew this was gonna happen! So why did you still…?”
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