<div class="floatleft">(http://data.whicdn.com/images/21487260/Velvet_by_darkview_large.jpg)</div><br/>Jackie had heard Marc of course, but his voice was a buzzing din that was lost in the tidal wave this information caused.<br/><br/>“Yeah, she does,” Jackie finally responded, slapping the magazine down on the wooden table. In a huff she marched to the counter in order to pour coffee for both herself and Marc, they would need the caffeine to figure out how to get out of this shit storm. The only thing she was wearing was one of Marc’s button up shirts, the sleeves rolled up to her elbows and the hem barely brushing her bottom.<br/><br/>She took her time putting together their coffee, trying to figure out she would break the news to Marc. He would be upset and that was never a good way to start the day.<br/><br/>“He’s with her in Milan this week,” she told him, holding out the coffee to him.<br/>