Chapter 22

"Mr. Sinclair!" Isabella's voice practically jumped an octave in shock. Marcus didn't bother explaining. He just hung up the call, shrugged off his suit jacket, and gently draped it over Elaine, then went right back to his work like nothing happened. Elaine jolted awake after wrapping up the latest in a string of weird dreams. She felt like she'd been hit by a truck—exhausted and a little foggy, probably because of the bizarre dreams that left no clear memories. With a long stretch that popped a few joints, she sat up straight—only to spot Marcus, as focused as ever, hard at work at his desk. Right. She was still in his office. Her eyes suddenly widened. She grabbed her phone and checked the screen. "It's already two?!" Sure, she had some backing now, but that didn't mean she could go completely wild. Showing up (and disappearing) on time still mattered. Frantically slipping her shoes back on—she wasn't even sure when they fell off—Elaine was about to rush out when Marcus's voice float