Chapter 28

MARCUS stepped out of his office with a tablet tucked under his arm, already mid-thought about an email he needed to respond to, when his eyes landed on the familiar figure seated in the reception.

Charles.

Leg crossed over knee, phone in hand, bouncing his foot like a man whose nerves were working overtime.

Marcus paused.

“Well, damn,” he muttered, then louder, “look what the wind dragged in.”

Charles sprang to his feet the second he heard Marcus’s voice, almost knocking over the sleek leather chair behind him.

“Hey, man!” Charles said quickly, forcing a smile. “Good morning. I have been waiting for you, weren't you informed?”

Marcus arched a brow, looking him up and down.

“At my office this early? That alone tells me trouble has arrived. No one told me anything,” he looked around.

Charles laughed nervously.

“Come on, don’t be like that.”

Marcus stepped fully into the reception, handing his tablet to h