The car's tires skidded to a halt infront of the building, leaving behind a thin curl of smoke behind. The car was parked oddly infront of the building in a rush.
Someone was mad.
Marcie steps out of the car, slamming the door shut behind him. His usual dead expression was now covered by a subtle look of anger. His jaw tight, hair in a mess and eyes that looked determined to kill anyone he saw next. His white shirt was disheveled, buttons open from the top, giving a glimpse of the ink on his skin.
The two guards rushed out to stop him from entering but one of them quickly steps back, pulling the other with him.
They knew what they would be dealing with if they dared to stop this man.
Marcie walks in through the glass doors, his steps quick with long strides as he takes the elevator.
This man had questions. Questions that needed to be answered. And he was determined to get his hands in the project too.
-ding-
He steps out of the elevator, not caring who was in his way as he strides towards the large office with the name on the frosted glass that read- Executive of Development - N. Augustin. Each letter coated in gold, it pissed him off even more.
The lady behind the desk gets up from her seat and approaches Marcie, stopping him just short before he reached the doors.
"Sir- You need to have an appointment to see Mr. Augustin-"
"Move."
He replied, coldly. This man did not care whether if it was a woman or a man or a kid who stood in his way.
"Sir- I'm afraid I can't let you in."
Marcie feels his last ounce of patience left in his body as he turns to the woman, reaching out to grab her when he feels another hand grab his, pulling it back roughly. The woman cringes, then looks behind Marcie to see Nathaniel, hair styled perfectly like he was not planning on destroying lives around the city.
"Stand down, C." He speaks calmly, almost too calm for the situation at hand.
Marcie turns around, glares at his face. He just realised he never hated it more than having hear that name run on his tongue again.
"What's your deal with the project?"
"We can talk inside the office. Unless you prefer to do it here."
With a small scoff, Marcie tears his gaze away from him as he walks past the woman, stepping inside the office first.
Nathaniel sighs, giving the lady an apologetic look before walking in himself.
Marcie stands infront of the desk, the room was big. Too orderly. Too fake.
"What's your problem? You just raised your hand at a girl."Nathaniel says, closing the door behind him. He looked tired and amused at the same time.
"Stop fucking with me. You're the one keeping my ass on the edge by the announcement of the project. What are you actually planning to do?"
"Just a few renovation around the town."
"Fuck that bullshit, Nat."
"Progress. Progress needs space, and space does not come without sacrifice." He speaks in a calculated tone, choosing his words wisely. He goes ahead to grab a drink from his table, pouring out the amber liquid into two glasses. "Marlow is build ontop of valuable land, and I can't afford to see it waste away. So I decided to put the place to better use." He answers, holding out one of the two glasses to him.
Marcie takes the drink from his hand, his fingers grazing against Nathaniel's briefly. He hated him with every atom in his body but he understood business too. He couldn't argue with facts.
"Marlow may have its own kind of history but you can't clear out the people out just like that. I ain't asking you to be considerate with your shit but let me remind you-" He drops the glass of untouched alcohol on the cold white tiles. The red spreading out under his feet like an ocean of blood.
"The game isn't yours to win."
Nathaniel sets his own glass down on the table. His expression changing into one of amusement, his lips curve into a smirk.
"This game has no rules, C. You're free to do as you like."
"Good. Then you won't mind what's coming."
Their eyes lock onto each other, they were both walking on the same path towards power. Nathaniel drew lines, every stroke calculated and precise, almost with too much thinking- and for it only to be erased by Marcie.
They made their own rules. Their own kind of game. A game with alot on stake. But neither of them was going to back out on this. One was ready to kill for power, the other was ready to die for it.