Claire's POV

I’d been out of Marcus’ office for a few hours now; the sun was lower and its golden light was battling with the shadows streaming through the Floor 39’s towering windows. As I glanced at the clock, it's 3:20 PM and in the offices nearby, everywhere remained abuzz with the pressing of the keyboards mixed with outbursts of uncontrollable laughter coming from neighboring cubicles. My fingers gripped tightly around the crumpled piece of paper I still held on my desk, the ...