Not that this helps either of them. If anything, it makes them look ridiculous.
What the fuck is going on at Infinio is all I can say.
It seems our dearest game developer could do with a full leadership change. I don’t really care about Infinio, alright, as much as I love their games. But I’m concerned whether our dearest Mark Becker is actually a fiend like Damian Hawkins!
He might get forced out like his friend and co-founder, because, similar to Damian, the evidence is clear and you heard it here first:Mark Becker is shagging an intern. IN THE OFFICE.
I don’t want to lose another billionaire to write about. There are only so many left in this city! But can they learn to keep their dicks in their pants already? As much as I love good gossip, this intern-shagging shit is really not on, peeps!! And I’m here to show you that these people who think they’re untouchable—people like Mark and Damian, and fucking hell the list is long—they need to think again.
Because I know what happens in Mayfair, and I always tell.
Until next time,
WHIM xox
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[Ziggy]Nooooo! I don’t want to believe this!!
[Haptic98]
[Tilly-Tat]*making more popcorn*
[Pumpsup]Joining @Tilly-Tat
[Nixs]You are cruel WHIM, I hope you burn for this
[Ziggy]Agree with @Nixs! You said earlier he’s met someone? What if it’s not what you think? You are evil
[Lavish-Monkey]Don’t blame @whathappensinmayfair they just the messenger!!! WHIM always leaves it for you to interpret
[Ziggy]How did you know it was an office thing? You said it last time, how did you know?
[Lavish-Monkey]Me? Just a guess. I put a bet on it on a prediction market and made $$$
[Nixs]smh this is so fucked up, this is not Mark, you’re wrong
[Haptic98]Y couldnt Mark be the naked one
[Undul-Ater]Can’t believe you were right all along. I’m done with Infinio Games, what is going on
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CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
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MARK
The sun is shining, and I turn my face up towards it. Light dances through my closed eyelids. I enjoy the warm rays caressing my skin, almost like her touch. That’s how I spent this Monday morning, and all of yesterday, and the day before—Rey kissing every part of my face. Rey brushing a hand over my cheek, smiling at me.
Rey dancing and laughing in my living room.
I step into the foyer of Infinio almost two hours after I’d normally be here, and beam at the receptionists. They send me a nervous smile back, and I wonder if I’ve ever smiled at them before. My mind is still full of Rey—her scent, her dimpled cheeks, her warmth—and I wish she didn’t have to go home this morning.
She should just stay with me, move in.
The thought brings a welcome heat to my chest, and I know I'm grinning like a fool.
