Marco wakes up to his phone's incessant ringing. He cracks one eye open to look at his alarm clock. Six in the morning. Why does he bother to set it anyway? She will never let him sleep this additional half hour he so desperately needs.
“Does the woman never sleep?” He mumbles as he reaches for his phone. He hits the answer button and closes his eyes as he drops back to his pillow.
“Marco, can you bring me that delicious triple caramel mocha latte from that coffee shop on your way? And we have some meetings today, dress nicely! Thanx.” And she hangs up on him.
Groaning and agitated, he flips off the covers and gets up. He dresses in the same silver gray morning suit he had on yesterday, only with a different shirt and tie combo. Some cold water to his face, a quick shave and a splash o
