Chapter Nine
Weston
“All right. That’s enough.” I wave a hand at the computer screen, disgusted, and lean back in the chair as the interns gather up their things on the other side after pitching some new app I have no desire to give two f***s about, frankly. “Seriously, we’re done here. Leave, please.”
Mark, seated in the meeting room on the opposite side of the country, nods in agreement. “You’re all excused.”
“I’m overwhelmingly disappointed,” I tell him once they’ve left the room and shut the door behind them, barely keeping my eyes from rolling in irritation as he faces the enormous screen on which my face is plastered. “Waste of f*****g time, man. They did virtually no prep work and rambled on as if they’ve never given a presentation before. What the hell is the app they were blat
