Marcus stood at the front door of Alex’s apartment, the sound of his knuckles rapping against the wood echoing through the quiet space. When Alex finally opened the door, Marcus couldn’t help but notice how disheveled his boss looked. The once well-kept apartment was a mess; clothes were strewn across the floor, empty takeout containers littered the coffee table, and the curtains were drawn tight, blocking out the sunlight.
“Sir, are you still living in this disaster zone?” Marcus asked, raising an eyebrow. “What happened to you? You used to have a decent sense of style.”
Alex shrugged, running a hand through his hair. “What does it matter? It’s just me here.”
“Just you? Sir, you’re the CEO of Rothschild Enterprises. You’re not some hermit in a cave.” Marcus stepped inside, his expressi
