Page 76 of The Rules Of Attraction
Chapter 13
Alex
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“Alex, just try to focus.” Marc chuckled. His voice echoed on the phone.
The signal was bad where he was so every now and again the connection would either break or his voice would have a rasp of static.
It was difficult to follow at times but I didn’t care, it was just great to be talking to him.
“I am focused.”
“On the wrong thing.” Marc laughed. “Always a woman with you.”
“No, this one’s different.” I shook my head even though he couldn’t see me and rested my head back against the chair as I swiveled it around to face the window.
We’d been on the phone for an hour. I’d given him the full run down of everything.
This was the first chance we’d had to talk in weeks because we were both so busy and the time difference didn’t help.
It was nearly eleven so must have been just after midnight in Hong Kong. He’d messaged this morning to let me know he’d call after my first meeting, and stayed up to speak to me.
“I have to write that down in my diary. Never heard you say that before so I want to reference it, should you say it again.”
I smirked and shook my head. Somehow I wasn’t certain if I would be saying it again. Summer had this way about her that got to me. It was like I wanted her to know all of me. Not just what she saw.
Maybe that’s why I tried so hard, but damn to no avail.
“She just has my interest.” I expressed.
“Alex, how about you put that interest of yours on getting the senior partnership. Your dad sounds serious. He’s never really given you a trial before.” Marc sounded concerned.
“I know. He is serious and I think this is it.”
“Sorry I’m not there man.” Marc sighed.
“Me too.”
Me more than him. I was a lost soul when both Marc and my mother were away. They were the two people in my world who kept me sane.
My mom could chill out my father and stop him from focusing so much on me, and Marc was probably more of a brother to me than Preston.
A guy should never be without his best friend. I’d known Marc since junior high. We were completely different to each other but we got on like a damn house on fire.
He was tall and lanky with that geeky but cool look he carried off with his dark curly hair that was always a little too long.
In high school while I chased girls and played basketball, he was more at home in a lab cooking up some sort of experiment.
The main thing that we shared a love for was being lawyers, but then our differences came into play again.
Marc specialized in technology and intellectual property law. I claimed to be niche but he was the definition of niche which is why my father asked him to set up the team in Hong Kong.
“I’ll be back in a few weeks, but it’ll be hard to come back. I love it here.”
“Don’t love it too much.” I winced.
“Come join me for a weekend, if you can drag yourself away from your new woman.”
