Mark's POV

I looked up from the man speaking when the door opened, and my assistant quickly walked in, his fast strides closing the space between us.

There was an apologetic look on his face and, might I say, also a happy one.

What exactly was making him happy? I thought, irritated. Another business deal? Another alliance or merger?

He apologized to me, then to the members of the meeting, before lowering himself until we were at the same height since I remained seated. He tapped on the screen of the phone he held up.

After Sydney left for Italy in search of her lover boy, my life had been...