“No, Lena.” I sighed in exasperation.

Her reply came fast from the other end.

I massaged my forehead as though it could ease the growing headache.

“I can tell you for free that he's not a nerd. Just look at him, he looks like someone who eats broccoli for breakfast. His eyes looks like someone who takes the phrase ‘early to bed and early to rise’ literally.”

“But he was recommended.” Lena whined.

I shook my head.

“He wears a fucking suit, Lena.” I muttered dryly.

“The only place he'll be recommend is at a fucking bank.”

Lena huffed.

“What exactly do you want, Rosie?”

“Thank you for asking .”...