CHAPTER 23

Marcus stared through the glass of a special room in the studio as people ran about getting it prepared.

Michael's shoot was scheduled for today, and since the meeting was going to take place the day after, he had to be at the scene personally.

Marcus glanced at his watch. Michael was fifteen minutes late, which was very rare.

"What are you doing Michael? That witch might have people watching inside here," Marcus muttered to himself.

He didn't expect Michael to be so unprofessional. He decided to call him by himself and ask. Marcus slid his hands in his pocket and put it to his ear when his secretary called his name.

"Mr Evans? Mr Evans?" She came up to him.

"Yes? What is it? Make it fast, I don't have any time to waste," Marcus grunted.

"Well sir," she brought out her tablet and scrolled on the screen. "This just came up ten minutes ago, and it is about Michael," the secretary said.

"Yeah I know, they said something about him falling from grace," Marcus looked away and focused his at