Third Person's POV
Angela stood rooted to the spot, staring at the elevator with a look of icy disbelief and barely contained malice.
Swallowing her fury, she schooled her features and stepped into the office with a forced smile.
"Marcus, the cream of mushroom soup here..." she began, but Marcus, without lifting his head from his documents, cut her off with a flat, "Take it away. Don't send such things here again."
Angela stood there, seething internally and silently cursing Kelsey's name.
Picking up the thermos beside her, she said, "By the way, Marcus, my brother Lucas will be in Washington on business soon."
At this, Marcus paused and looked up. "When?" he asked.
"Any day now. How about I make a reservation for the three of us to have dinner together?" she suggested.
Marcus nodd
