Because her father was her caretaker and he was the one who handled the check that he drew from taking care of her with her disability, he felt he had the say over everything that she did. He wanted the money without the responsibility of taking care of the young woman. So he would pawn her off at the dance studio whenever he could, and when evening came he'd take her home and shove her in a room. It had become routine for the big businessman.<br/><br/>Marcus looked behind him to ensure that the other man wasn't present yet then spoke to Anthony.<span style="color: #0000FF">"Trust me, I am tickled pink she's made a friend, but she should've let me know where she was. I was afraid someone abducted her. Yes, she's a grown woman, but her father is very....peculiar."</span>He said sparing another glance behind him.<br/><br/>Sierra spoke.<span style="color: #BF00BF">"Anthony, this is Marcus, my instructor. Marcus, my new friend Anthony." </span>She was trying to relieve the tension among the two and let Anthony know Marcus wasn't the bad guy here. He took care of her where her father wouldn't. He would feed her of the mornings, noon, and night, and he would send her clothes home in her dance bag with touchable labels so she knew what matched. He would sneak her out during supposed dance sessions to do small things like get her hair cut, or to go out and do something different like to get a treat.<br/><br/>Marcus smiled a bit and offered his hand.