"Cornelia, do... do you like me?" Marcus, who usually commanded the room in any important occasion, was now stuttering like a love-struck boy. "Can... can you repeat what you just said?"
"President Hartley, of course, I like you!" Cornelia's response had Marcus grinning from ear to ear.
But before he could bask in the joy, Cornelia continued, "President Hartley, I can't speak for the rest of the group, but to me and Ben, you're one hell of a boss. You treat us well, pay us on time, and always have our backs. I've never worked under anyone else since I graduated and started working at the Hartley Group, but I'm pretty confident you're one of the finest out there. Why would I not like a boss like you? Even Ben always tells me he likes you a lot."
Marcus: I don’t want to continue being your boss only.
He was her lawful husband.
Thinking about this made Marcus even more upset, his hand hit the steering wheel hard, "Cornelia."
Startled by his sudden action, Cornelia asked, "President Hartley, what's wrong?"
"Do you still think I'm a good guy?" Seeing the frightened look on Cornelia's face, any anger Marcus had felt was instantly extinguished. She was his wife, and he couldn't bear to be harsh with her.
Cornelia nodded, "I've always thought you were a good person."
Marcus chuckled, accelerating the car a bit more.
Looking out the window, Cornelia noticed flurries of snow beginning to fall, "It's snowing! It came out of nowhere! I heard Paris doesn't get snow every year. Being here right when it's snowing must be a sign of good luck."
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