"Who's talking trash about me?"
Marcus had barely stepped out of the CEO's office and reached the elevator when a sudden sneeze caught him off guard. Almost instantly, a few women who recognized him looked over, concern lighting up their faces as they hurried toward him.
"Marcus, you're back? Are you getting sick? You should really take care of yourself."
"I've got cold medicine in my office. I'll grab it for you."
One of them, a flirtatious older woman, even reached out as if to check his forehead, far too comfortable for his liking. Marcus laughed awkwardly and waved them off, backing away step by step.
"I'm fine, really. Totally fine."
The elevator doors opened at just the right moment, and he slipped inside with visible relief. He leaned back against the wall as the doors closed, exhaling under his breath. He was used to attention like this by now, but that did not mean it ever stopped being overwhelming.
