Chloe woke to the sound of her own name spoken in a stranger’s voice.
The television on the far wall had been turned on low, muted captions scrolling across images of the Vance Tower skyline. A blonde anchor with perfect hair and practiced concern faced the camera.
“…sources inside the company describe Chloe Vance as increasingly erratic in the weeks leading up to the incident. Combined with last night’s security breach at the private medical wing, shareholders are demanding answers. Vance International opened down twelve percent in pre-market trading—”
The remote was in Marcus’s hand.
He stood at the foot of the bed in the same clothes from the night before, shirt sleeves rolled, jaw shadowed. He had not slept. The dark smudges under his eyes made the rest of his face look carved from
