68|Bled For Her

"She's right," Mark said from the window when Levi turned back to his desk. "Your fifteen minutes of barking and growling at her could have been a simple email, you know."

Of course, he knew. The whole game proposal was a sham, a way to save face for giving in to his compulsive need to see her, especially after Angela had handed him that bullshit resignation letter.

He'd read somewhere it took ninety days to get over someone. Thirty was the longest he could go without Natalie. Anything over that was enough to send him to a white padded room.

"I'm just saying—" Mark carried on.

Levi shot him down with a snarl as he roamed his eyes on the laptop. "Don't say anything!"

He didn't know what was worse. Natalie making suggestions about how he should manage his time. Mark's know-it-all attitude. Or the jumbled up mess on his desktop.

"Fucking hell!" he growled. His files and documents were still syncing from the cloud, making it impossible to find what he needed.

Mark sprung from the window a