After hanging up, she sank into her leather chair, pondering Jessie's situation.

Bringing Jessie back wasn't just about providing her shelter. Jessie was in hot water with her folks. But they wouldn't dare cause a scene at Marcus' place.

Melissa owed Marcus yet another one.

As she mulled over this, the desk phone rang. It was the secretary's sweet voice. “Miss Brown, Mr. Fowler, CEO of the Fowler Group, wants to tee off with you this afternoon."

She was obviously referring to Marcus.

Golf?

They had breakfast together this morning. Why didn't he mention it then, instead of having his secretary to make the call and relay the message?

After a moment's thought, Melissa replied, “Three in the afternoon, then."

After hanging up, Melissa tapped out a message on WhatsApp.

“Lame-o!" She even added an eye-roll emoji.

It took Marcus about half an hour to reply.

"You weren't like this last night when I was on your bed. You wanted me bad."

Melissa's cheeks burned red.

Marcus had nailed it. She had desires too.

With Marcus parading around like that every day, who wouldn't feel something?

Before three in the afternoon, Melissa received more news.

And it was good news.

Alan agreed to invest in the Waston Group's project, which came as a pleasant surprise. Melissa quickly called for a meeting, instructing the PR department to spread the word.

Sure enough, before the stock market closed, the Waston Group's stocks soared.

Albert even called personally. “Melissa, you've proven me right. This is a game-changer."