The Laws of Love

Chapter 22

An endless day full of tasks, meetings with unbearable people, not a single break to play sports or eat something: that was what awaited Marc that Monday, and he could only celebrate that it was.

It was a unique quality of his. Nobody with two legs and a functional brain would applaud his schedule being full of commitments until almost midnight. He knew he was a weirdo in that sense, because he wasn't just a workaholic, unlike what his peers thought. The question went much further.

He did not love his job, nor did he ever say as a child that he intended to go into law. It wasn't the dream of his life being in college, and even when he'd placed sophomore in his class, he felt like it was the last thing he wanted to do for the rest of his life. But it was convenient . What would give him safe work, in which he would always stand out. Whether he liked it or not, whether he went to bed with a smile on his face and satisfied with his work or the opposite, was the