Chapter 19
There was nothing Marco hated more than neckties, except maybe for traffic and his father. He yanked at the useless material choking him and managed to loosen it enough where it didn’t undo itself. If it did, he’d be screwed, since he had no idea how to tie the damn thing. It wasn’t even his tie; he’d borrowed it from Lucas, and Lucas had brought it over to him pre-knotted and ready to go.
He would have thrown it out the window by now if it was his. It shouldn’t matter what the hell he looked like; he was just meeting with Aubrey’s boss and her team to go over the details since Vivian now didn’t want one of the pieces Marco had already made. She wanted something custom.
She was already a royal pain in his a*s. Still, he put the clown suit on to present himself in a profession
