MARK'S POV

"Sir, Miss Bella is here to see you. She's waiting downstairs as I speak." I raised my head from the stack of files on the desk as the voice sounded through the telecom.

I reclined in my seat and wondered why she was here this time. Had she cooked up some lie she thought I would believe? I wouldn't be surprised if she claimed she now had leukemia.

I leaned forward and pressed the call button. "Let her in!"

"Right away, sir," came the voice on the other end immediately.

A few seconds later, I watched as the door creaked open, gently pushed back. Bella walked in.

My...