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The man is smitten! See the photo I received of him sitting on a bench near his office. His eyes are closed, and he’s smiling. He’s HAPPY. That’s not the same Mark Becker that was dealing with Devil Damian shit just a few weeks ago.

Quick side note: not encouraging stalking or trolling, but if you spot one of our favourites out there in the real world, do send us a pic or a DM, yeah?

Back to my theory:

Seemingly alone, our dear Mark Becker arrived for this event, but there were a few ladies who arrived alone around the same time, so perhaps he was meeting one of them? It’s hard to say for sure because my sources can’t confirm.

But WHY IS IT A SECRET?

I think it’s because whoever he was meeting is someone he’s not supposed to be with. Someone who’d be dangerous to his reputation? Or someone in Aurellan’s circle he’s not meant to see? But who would that be who was also at the masquerade?

That’s how far I got. Over to you! More brains together might be able to figure it out!

WHIM xox

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[Rampage101]Maybe it’s a married woman!

[Ziggy]@Rampage101 Really? I don’t think he’d do that. He can get anyone

[Undul-Ater]I actually still don’t think it’s Mark Becker and ur all wasting time

[Lavish-Monkey]

[Ziggy]@Lavish-Monkey What’s that supposed to mean?

[Lavish-Monkey]@Ziggy you tell me

[Rampage101]Maybe it’s his friend’s little sister!

[Lavish-Monkey]NO his secretary or other office woman (or man????)

[Ziggy]@Lavish-Monkey ur such a chaos-gremlin. His PA is like 60. But u saying it’s an Infinio employee??

[Tilly-Tat]Agree with @Undul-Ater, this is grasping at gossip straws but I’m here for it *grabbing the popcorn*

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

rules

MARK

“Graham,” I say into the phone as my old mentor and chair of the board picks up. “Thanks for taking my call.”

“Wonderful to hear from you outside the board, Mark, it’s been too long. What can I do for you?”

“I need to meet with you.” I sound as normal as I can while following the purple blur behind the frosted glass as Rey passes my office.

“I’d be delighted to see you. Did you check with my PA? I don’t know what my calendar looks like.”

“I tried. You’re not available until March next year.”

He laughs, a hearty sound I imagine shakes that large body of his.

“It’s urgent, is it?”

“I’d say so.”