Marcus strolled into Rothschild Enterprises with a steaming cup of coffee in hand, feeling slightly more optimistic than he had in days. The sleek, modern building always buzzed with energy, and today was no different. He navigated through the sea of suits and high heels, finally arriving at the door to Alex’s office. He rapped his knuckles lightly on the polished wood and pushed the door open.
“Hey, Sir. Thought you might need a caffeine fix,” Marcus said, placing the cup on the desk.
Alex looked up from a pile of papers, his face slightly illuminated by the glow of his computer screen. “Thanks, Marcus. You’re a lifesaver.” His tone was a mix of gratitude and exhaustion.
“Still buried in work, I see,” Marcus commented, glancing at the mess on the desk. “It’s like the papers multiply w
