"Mark, please," Lyvana started, her voice strained. "We're in the middle of—"
"I don't care what you're in the middle of," Mark snapped, his eyes finally darting toward Celeste with a look of dismissive annoyance before snapping back to Lyvana.
"I will be right back, Celeste," Lyvana said, her face burning as she gripped Mark's arm and hauled him toward the hallway.
"Middle-management energy and a temperament to match," Celeste murmured loud enough for them both to hear.
Outside Lyvana glared at him.
"What was that? Why are you embarrassing me? Do you have any idea who that woman is?"
"You think I give a fuck who that is? Liv, I've been running in circles with you for a while now, and frankly am getting sick of it.
He stepped closer to her.
