Melissa's voice was soft, almost pleading as she called out, "Marcus."

Stepping from the elevator, Marcus fished out his key, his voice icy, "Miss Brown, you seem to be at the wrong door."

As he opened the door, about to enter, Melissa sprang up, clutching his arm. "I need to talk to you. The other day, I said what I did because... because..."

“You thought it was amusing, right? You assumed I'd always tolerate and forgive you, didn't you?

Marcus interjected, his tone biting as he shook off her grasp.