Innocent of the unfolding events, Sylvia perched on the bed, clutching her phone.

She rubbed her eyes and questioned, "Mr. Fowler, are you certain? The project is intricate. It'll require a minimum of a year for full integration."

"Then I'll commit to a year there," Marcus affirmed without hesitation.

A sense of foreboding dawned on Sylvia. Boldly, she inquired, “Mr. Fowler, did Melissa upset you? Haha. The young lady holds significant sway. Are you wary of her?"

Marcus sneered. "Do you wish to accompany me abroad for the next year?"