Melissa took the private elevator to the downstairs. Marcus' black Rolls-Royce was ostentatiously parked at the Waston Group's entrance.

Upon her arrival, the passenger door was promptly opened.

Melissa safely settled into the car and murmured softly, “I could have driven myself."

Marcus buckled her seat belt and remarked, "A husband and wife driving separately? Not very dignified, is it Melissa gently grasped his handsome face and whispered, "Mr. Fowler, don't you feel like you're a bit too clingy? I hardly have any privacy."

"I beg to differ."