Ella's POV

　　"Of course, Mr. Marcus!"

　　Mr. Marcus? I stared at him, not sure if I was supposed to be upset, suspicious, or what. He, on the other hand, had already dismissed Myra's presence completely. Only had eyes for me as he leaned on the doorframe, arms crossed and with a beaming smile.

　　"Come on, Ella. We have a job to do!"

　　"Ehm, what?"

　　"I just struck a deal with Nana, and I'm your new supply taxi!!"

　　He laughed, ...