Melissa approached the front desk, whispering, âIâd Like to see Mr.
Fowler.
â
Of course, the receptionist was privy to the rumors about Marcus despising Melissa.
Reluctant to allow Melissa upstairs, the receptionist suggested, âYou could try reaching Mr.
Fowler on his private line,â wearing a hesitant smile.
Despite Melissaâs attempts to reach Marcus by phone, he remained unresponsive.
The receptionist grasped the situation and whispered, âI fear Mr.
Fowler prefers solitude.
If youâre determined to meet him, wait here.
He usually wonât leave for lunch, and heâll finish work in the evening.
â
Melissa expressed her gratitude to the receptionist in hushed tones.
Seated in a corner, clutching the takeout bag, Melissaâs gaze remained fixed on the elevator entrance.
Fearing to miss Marcus, anxiety gripped Melissa.
Skipping lunch, Melissa patiently waited until around six in the evening.
Even after the receptionist had left for the day, she remained steadfast in her seat.
Within the Fowler Group, the workforce tirelessly put in overtime each day among the thousands of employees.
The first-floor hall remained illuminated throughout the night.
At the top-floor office of the Fowler Group, Marcus concluded the final task of the day.
Securing the pen cap, he casually remarked, âThat wraps up today.
Time to call it a day.
â
Sylvia seamlessly handed Marcus his coat.
Opting not to wear it, Marcus dr@ped it over his arm, intending to visit Alexis and Leonel afterward.
Alexis was pregnant, and their mother had placed some tonics in his trunk that morning, instructing him to deliver them to his sister after work.
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Concerning Melissa, Marcusâ family likely received the news beforehand, so they didnât inquire with Marcus.
However, Marcusâ father, Waylen, was in a somber mood.
Contemplating Melissa brought tension to Marcusâ expression.
Avoiding overthinking, he retrieved his car key, prepared to descend.
Sylvia intervened.
âMr.
Fowler, Melissa has been patiently waiting for you downstairs all day.
â
Marcusâ body was subtly tensed.
After a prolonged pause, he turned, inquiring with a cold tone, âWhat did you just say?â
Summoning her courage, Sylvia reiterated.
After an extended gaze at Sylvia, Marcus exited the office in silence.
Sylvia trailed behind him.
Sylviaâs heart raced as she entered the elevator.
No longer young, she struggled to endure the tension.
Averse to witnessing the scene unfold, worry gripped her.