Gray
It was impossible to concentrate all day.
Half the time, I stared across the table at Layla while she spoke, not hearing a goddamn word but knowing that each time she made the th sound, I’d get a glimpse of her wet, pink tongue as it peeked out between her bright red, painted lips and pearly white teeth. When she half smiled, it was always on the left, and the slightest little crow’s feet dented her porcelain skin.
Luckily, one of my two partners had the ability to focus. Franklin Marks had been a lifelong associate of my father’s and was in his mid-sixties. Joining with me to start this venture capitalist firm was a hobby for him. He already had more money than the next two generations of Marks’ kids could burn through. Franklin brought years of experience in finance to the table—
