Marcus
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0After years overseas, Marcus had finally returned home, much to his own annoyance. His family had wasted no time dragging him back into their company, despite his obvious attempts to avoid taking the position. His ridiculous solution had been simple: demand a personal assistant who was practically perfect, someone capable of handling his impossible standards without complaint. Surely, no one like that existed.
Apparently, he was wrong.
Standing at the front of his house, Marcus stared at the person his family had chosen for him. His expression remained cold and unreadable as he slowly looked them over.
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