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How the hell did “roughly” two weeks’ notice translate to a couple of hours? Mark stormed into the marina convenience store, where one of the high school pump jockeys was manning the register.
“What are you doing?”
“Gracie asked me to fill in.”
“And you do whatever Gracie wants?”
“Pretty much,” the kid admitted. He picked at a pimple on his chin. “She’s nice.”
“I’m nice. I pay you. That’s nice.”
The kid shrugged and looked back at his phone, where some kind of game was still playing. Slow day at the office, apparently.
“When’s she coming back?”
“Didn’t say, but I thought she’d be back by now. I gotta leave soon. I have a calculus exam tomorrow.”
Mark shot a pointed glance at his phone, but the guy didn’t seem to register his point.
“Okay, just…hang out for another few minutes
