(Ralf pov)
I drove straight to my office after that meeting with my new client and unexpectedly with the woman I married, who seemed not to consider herself my wife.
Carrying my laptop, I entered the glass door where I instantly saw Marcus standing and leaning his butt on my desk.
Seeing a smirk on his face makes me feel annoyed.
He immediately stands straight and moves to give space to me as I walk to my swivel chair.
He finds his comfortable seat on the coach in front of my desk before he starts to spill a word.
"How was the meeting with the Alvares?" He asked. Looking at me as if he's guessing my mood.
Maybe he noticed the frown I wore on my forehead when I entered the door.
I placed both of my elbows on top of my desk and leaned my chin on it before I answered.
"Well it was su
