Chapter 224 Ch Two Hundred And Twenty Four

• The fine diner on the tenth floor was empty, and again, it was Zoe using the space. It was now her private haven where she could hold conversations without anyone having to see or hear, and somehow had been in constant use because of the confidential one-on-one meetings she usually hosted there with very important persons.
• This time, it was Marcel. The man she had not seen months after Audrey's death. The man she had always wondered what he was up to after he suddenly disappeared.
• She sat across from him with her hands wrapped tightly around a cup of black coffee she had no intention of drinking, as the heat pressed against her cold fingers, but did nothing to ease the heavy ache that sat in her heart.