Karl
“You’ve been staring at those profiles I gave you for hours, Karl,” Marcus says, his eyes flickering over to me from where he sits across my desk. “What’s on your mind?”
I run a hand through my hair, feeling deflated after the hectic morning. “It’s just... None of them feel right, Marcus. These women are undoubtedly qualified and capable, but I’m just not interested in any of them.”
Marcus nods. “Well, maybe you just need a different approach,” he suggests. “Why don’t you hold a private date with each of them? It might be easier to get an idea of what they’re really like that way.”
I lean back in my plush leather chair, considering Marcus’ words. While I hate the idea of going on a private date with any of these women, the Alpha party is ticking closer and I have yet to find a par
