Chapter Twenty Seven

Marcus

It's been a few days since the party, and my phone hasn't stopped ringing from hosts wanting me to show up at their events. This is exactly why I avoided this types of events because then people feel entitled to your time. I stopped picking it up and put it on silent mode so I could concentrate on the job at hand. I am sifting through the company emails. Usually, I let my secretary handle them, but Cindy had needed a day off to go to the dentist, and I know how they pile if not dealt with. I am going through the fifth or sixth email when one email header catches my eye. Lost and found boyfriend? My breath quicken, and my hands shake as I hover the cursor over the email. I take a deep breath and click. I force my eyes to scan the email, and my heart falls to the pit of my stomach. I can feel the familiar start of a panic attack; it has been a while since I have had them, and it takes me a minute to remember how to breathe and ride through it.

After what feels like hours, I can