"What kind of problem?" I asked Marcus, though I had a sinking feeling I already knew the answer.
"Isabella's been calling the office all afternoon. She says it's urgent business that can't wait." Marcus's voice was filled with irritation. "When my guys told her you were unavailable, she showed up at the restaurant downtown. Made a scene until the manager called us."
I rubbed my temples, feeling a headache building. The last thing I needed right now was Isabella's drama interfering with legitimate business.
"What kind of scene?"
"The kind that involved her throwing a wine glass at the wall and screaming about disrespect in front of paying customers." Marcus paused. "Boss, she's not going to stop. She's already called six times since I started talking to you."
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