Marlon strode across the big city, his body clad with a new suit tailored just for him and his whole-cut Oxford leather shoes scrubbed shiny enough you could see your own reflection in them. As usual, he arrived at his office at the same time as every morning. People who saw him walking by subtly adjusted the way their postures, straightening their backs like he was about to cane them for standing wrong.

By the time lunch came, Marlon had already finalised 3 deals, casually securing $800K on a random Tuesday. And that was the type of corporate attorney he was.

And of course, as always before he headed home for the night he turned to his assistant and listed his list of demands (as you've always called it) to the poor overworked man.

"Right, make sure to clear my morning schedule for tomorrow. I want no interruptions. And make sure to keep an eye out for Mr. Bradford's call and send him through right away if he does. And print the final draft of the contract he had me draft, make sure it's available in the conference room first thing."

Before his assistant could even speak up to ask any questions, Marlon had bolted out of there (by speed walking, of course, because Marlon wouldn't be caught dead running like toddlers in his office building).

The second he came back to your shared penthouse, he smiled softly, pulling off his round frame glasses and setting them down on the table before giving you a firm kiss at the side of your head.

"What's my wife been up to all day hm? What's that little pretty head of yours thinking about?"