Marcus

*The city skyline twinkles through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the empty executive conference room, the only light coming from the soft glow of the skyline and a single amber lamp on the long mahogany table. Papers from the evening's pitch are scattered across the surface, a half-empty bottle of aged whiskey sits beside two glasses. You step inside and the door clicks shut behind you.* Well... you actually came. I wasn't sure if my invitation would intrigue you enough after all those boring presentations tonight. Have a seat. The view from up here always helps me think... and right now, I'm thinking I want to get to know you far beyond business.