Marcus’s office smelled like cold air and cologne, sharp, masculine, a little intimidating. He motioned to the chair across from him as soon as Jasmine entered, his face carved into that stern, unreadable expression he always wore whenever someone was in serious trouble.
“Sit.”
Jasmine swallowed, her stomach tight, her palms cold. She lowered herself slowly into the chair, trying to make herself small, invisible anything but the center of attention.
Marcus folded his arms. “The only reason you’re here right now… is because Scott called me.”
Her head jerked up. “Scott?”
Marcus nodded, studying her face like he was trying to decipher a code. “Yes. Scott, my very busy boss. He called me personally. Tell me specifically to call you back.”
Jasmine blinked. She had never spoken more than t
