Sweet Submission: Love Me, Mr. Billionaire
he said.
I smiled faintly and clinked my glass against his. “To punctuality next time.”
He laughed. “Ouch. Fair enough.”
After our plates were cleared, Marcus leaned back and cleared his throat. “Alright, Ms. Amber,” he said with a grin. “Let’s talk business.”
Finally.
I sat up straight, pulling out the folder from my bag. “Here’s the full proposal,” I said, sliding the documents toward him. “The project involves…”
For the next several minutes, I went over the details; the timeline, the investment model, the projections, and the legal agreements. Marcus didn’t interrupt once. He just listened, his expression focused, occasionally nodding as I spoke.