Marcus was sitting on the edge of the large leather sofa in the living room, his eyes mindlessly tracking the bright colors of the news broadcast playing on the wall-sized television screen, though his mind was entirely elsewhere. He was still nursing the throbbing bruise on his shin from Malcolm's wild kick the night before, an ice pack pressed against his leg as he silently prayed that his aggressive boss would wake up in a slightly more cooperative mood.
The quiet hum of the house was suddenly broken by the sound of slow, unusually footsteps coming down the grand marble staircase.
Marcus turned his head, and his jaw dropped to the floorboards.
