[Book 2] 2: The Frays

"You're still not done?" Jorginho barged into the room while Markris was dressing up.

He whipped his head around, a frown plastered on his handsome face. "Don't you understand the concept of knocking?" He hissed, struggling with his tie.

"We finally have an opportunity to land our biggest client since the del Monte group, and you're being so nonchalant." He shook his head.

"At this point, Jorge, these companies should be glad I look their way," He loosened the tie and threw it on the bed. " This won't do." He muttered under his breath and moved back to his closet.

"Doesn't make this less important. The Markris I used to know took his business very seriously. What's changed?" His brow lifted, with wrinkled lines appearing on his forehead.

"The Markris you used to know?" He snickered, shifting through the different ties in his closet. "What even is that?" He spotted one with blue stripes, al and instantly knew it was the one to wear.

"Don't act like I'm talking just to talk," Tired of s