Elena's POV
The restaurant in SoHo is beautiful, all exposed brick and soft lighting.
I spot Marcus at a corner table and my stomach does a nervous flip…. He stands when he sees me, pulls out my chair before I can even reach for it.
"Thank you for meeting me," I say, sliding into the seat.
"Thank you for trusting me enough to come," Marcus replies, his smile warm and genuine.
We order lunch and Marcus leans forward.
"Tell me about your foundation. I want to hear everything; what programs you are running, what's your vision."
I blinked, surprised, "You actually want to know about the work?"
"Of course, why wouldn't I?"
"Alexander never asks," the words slip out.
"He funds it because it makes him look charitable, but he's never once asked about the actual programs or the children
