Marcus dropped to the sofa chair in front of him; he looked a bit worn out and tired from all the paparazzi that had been going on with Jason and him trying to be HR good friends.
If left to Marcus, he would have loved to overlook what has been done to him and leave a happy life.
His phone chimed; Marcus picked it up and saw an envelope.
"Work done, boss."
Marcus nodded and dropped the phone back to the table in front of him. He got up and strolled towards the wine shelf in front of him. He grabbed a bottle of whisky and sat down to drink. His mind went back to Jason and how he had reacted when they left the Carter mansion.
"Was he hiding something?" He said slowly as the hot flavour of the whisky burnt his tongue.
Marcus shrugged a little and sighed. After the death of his fathe
