"You look tired, Mr. Marshall," Penny said as Drake drug himself through the front door.
"I flew in the private jet all the way from Wisconson," he informed her as he took the hot mug of coffee that she was offering.
Adem walked in through the doors. "Where have you been?" Penny asked him. "We were expecting you back yesterday."
"Paris is full of history and culture," Adem responded. "I found it all too fascinating to leave immediately, so I took a later train."
"Paragon has been waiting for you. He's in his office."
"Thank you, Penny. Good morning Drake. Is that make-up you're wearing?" Adem turned on his heels and walked down the hall to Paragon's office.
Drake looked a Penny for a second. "I think I'll go wash up."
