Husband?
You're married?
Marcus Gibbs froze for a moment, blinking rapidly as he quickly found a new angle, "Judging by your accent, you don't seem to be a local from Polgel?"
Shirley Miller hummed softly in response, not saying much more, and turned her attention back to the phone screen.
Shirley Miller had been hit on countless times and was used to it by now.
The first step was to tell the person that she had a partner and that he would be arriving soon; the second, to smile, then lower her head and stop paying attention.
Normally, the men who had been hitting on her would back off at this point. If they didn't, they tended to be wealthy, powerful men with ulterior motives.
Seeing that Shirley Miller was ignoring him, Marcus Gibbs felt somewhat embarrassed. Thinking about the intense gaze of Desmond Hoffman he had just witnessed, the young man was unwilling to walk away disappointed.
This was a golden opportunity to curry favor with Desmond Hoffman!
