187. What if he hates me again?...

"Good morning sir... Good morning sir... Good morning sir" they all greeted as soon as Marcel slid out of his car. Isla stretching and looking behind to see if Damon's car was coming behind, but there was no sign of his break lights let alone his car. 

She looked inside Marcel's car, maybe they drove here together, but he wasn't inside either. 

"Looking for your boss or boyfriend? Which one of them?" Marcel teasingly asks as he sees her stretching like a giraffe. 

"He's not coming?" she asked, her voice low and disappointed. 

"I banged on his door all morning long, but he just won't come out. He says he's not in the mood." Marcel explains. "He said something about not talking to you. Did you guys fight?" he asked, and Isla's mouth opened to say something, but no words came out. 

She didn't know what to say, she couldn't call that a fight last night. It was barely an argument even. Was he really still mad at her?