THOMAS NELSON'S OFFICE
The office was quiet, save for the faint sound of a desk fan and the occasional creak of Marcus’s chair as he shifted his weight.
Thomas Nelson sat behind his desk, looking as though he was trying to figure something out, his fingers steepled in front of him.
Marcus leaned back in his chair, his expression a mix of boredom and faint irritation. He wasn’t a fan of meetings like this because they were usually about one useless topic or another. Maybe not entirely useless, but most of the time, they weren’t worth his precious time.
“Marcus,” Thomas began, his voice low, “I called you because I need your advice on something.”
Marcus arched a skeptical eyebrow. “What now, Uncle? If this is another one of your outrageous ideas, I’m not interested, and I’m sure I’ll ha
