[ Whoosh goes the sound of York's self-reference going over Marco's head. He's only nosy sometimes, and York hasn't made him want to pry into her personal life yet. ]

The ones who quit on their own? I dunno, they probably shoot tequilla or something. But you never just up and walk off, 'cause the Circus always finds you in the end. That much I know for sure. [ He nods sagely, taking another sip from the glass like he thought he was a grizzled old veteran. ]

But I don't think I really have the heart for middle management. That means there's like, other people above me, and I don't think I could live with the thought of helping other people make more money when I should be making it for myself. The lone billionaire sounds good. Get a bunch of investments rolling that just generate cash on their own, while I sit next to my pool and sip cocktails with hot babes. What do you think my prospects are for that here?