After that fateful evening in the park, Marcus returned to his routine, expecting nothing more than the satisfaction of having done the right thing. But life had other plans. Two days later, as he was preparing dinner for Kayla, there was a knock at the door. Puzzled, Marcus opened it to find a well-dressed gentleman, holding a briefcase and wearing an earnest expression.
“Mr. Johnson?” the man inquired. Marcus nodded cautiously.
“My name is Richard and I work for Eleanor Whitmore. She would like to meet with you,” he explained, handing Marcus a business card with Eleanor’s name embossed in gold. Marcus was taken aback, struggling to process why a woman of her stature would want anything to do with him.
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