MARSHALL
Friday morning.
Three f*****g a.m.
I glanced at the clock while pacing the room, listening to the fucker on the phone giving me worthless advice.
I dragged my fingers through my hair, feeling the urge to pull at my roots.
"You've said this for the hundredth time; it's starting to give me a headache," I snapped at the man who I knew had been working just as hard to find a solution.
Although when I did call, the asshole had been sleeping, not finding a solution.
He was supposed to be my top advisor. The one who went to school for situations like this.
So why the f**k had he been unable to come up with something mind-blowing to counter the f*****g launch coming up later today?
"I'm—I'm sorry, sir. I was just trying to emphasize on—"
"Your suggestions are worthless. You sho
