Part 8
The sun rose over the city, casting sharp, orange beams through the penthouse windows.
Zoe stirred, rubbing her eyes with her small fists, still clutching her teddy bear.
She sat up, looking around the massive suite, blinking against the bright morning light.
Marcus was sitting in the armchair across from her, a fresh cup of coffee in his hand, looking completely immaculate.
He had changed out of his hoodie into a sharp, dark grey charcoal suit.
The transition from the casual father to the powerful CEO was complete.
But when he looked at Zoe, his eyes softened instantly.
“Good morning, princess,” he said, walking over and sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Did you sleep well?”
Zoe nodded, smiling sleepily. “The bed is like a cloud, Daddy.”
“Good. I ordered breakfast for you. It’s coming up right now.”
As if on cue, a gentle knock sounded at the door.
A room service attendant entered, pushing a silver cart loaded with pancakes, fresh fruit, and hot chocolate.
The attendant looked incredibly nervous, his hands shaking slightly as he set the plates down.
Word had clearly spread through the hotel grapevine overnight.
The staff knew the king was in the castle, and he was looking for heads to roll.
Marcus thanked the attendant politely, tipping him generously, ensuring his anger didn't spill over onto innocent staff.
“Eat up, Zoe,” Marcus said gently. “Daddy has to go downstairs for a very important business meeting.”
“Are you going to fix the computer system?” she asked innocently, chewing on a piece of pancake.
Marcus smiled, a small, grim expression.
“No, sweetie. The computer system is working perfectly.”
“I’m going to fix the people.”
He kissed her cheek, told the private security guard outside the door to monitor her closely, and walked toward the elevators.
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It was 7:55 AM.
The storm was about to hit.
