Chapter 35 Threshold Of Control

• "Mr. Morello, the Zurich delegation is already waiting in the eighty-floor conference room," Marcus announced from behind the executive glass door, his voice laced with careful professional caution.
• Casian glanced down at his luxury timepiece without loosening the strong arm wrapped possessively around Megan’s waist. "Make them wait another ten minutes."
• Megan smoothed the shifting cuffs of her blood-red silk blouse, fixing Marcus with a sharp, piercing stare through the reflection of the floor-to-ceiling glass wall. "Let them know precisely who holds absolute control over the schedule today, Marcus."