Legacy Revealed: Rise Of Marco Lourd

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Dren stared with his pupils nearly bulging out of his sockets, his lips parted in stupefaction.

If he wasn’t wrong, Anders; the president of Lourd’s Green Energy. The finest and richest energy source in the whole city. The president was the man he saw bowing at an impoverished lowlife individual gagged up in rags appearing worthless than he can ever imagine.

Anders Coleman was the president of Lourd’s Green Energy. And everyone knew he attained such powerful and wealthy position by his acquaintance with this super rich family that the public had no scent of.

They were a mystery, one no man in the whole city is yet to solve. All they know is the Lourd’s name used to be for a family that sometime later were off on the streets, no one knew what the family is consist of anymore ever since the tragic incident that took place years ago.

This pushed the Lourd’s into hiding and fading off the public eye, gradually becoming a ghost.

Anders was then given control all over, he became the face of The Lourd’s. People was quick to assume that the long gone Lourds were back and purposely giving Anders control while supporting him from behind and off the radar.

Dren wondered in his mind while Anders was addressing Marco with so much respect. Who could Marco be?

He couldn’t help the light feeling of fear that began jolting his body as he stared awaiting a further explanation by watching the scene.

Anders’ head was still bowed, until Marco tapped his shoulder. “Who is that?” He asked, his gaze rolling away from him landing on Dren.

Dren’s chest hammered out of control seeing his gaze pointed at him, looking back to what his action pulled on this Mister.

He could termed himself doomed cause he won’t pay him back nice if he’s indeed somebody close to Mr Anders.

“Who is who?” Anders questioned back, also looking at Marco’s direction to see the strange man Marco was seeking his identity.

“Him.” Marco further confirmed, now pointing his index at Dren. Anders have no idea who he was, other than he must be a worker in the building.

He wondered why Marco would want to know about him.

Anders looked over to the lady beside him, “Who is he?” He whispered out the question to her ears.

“Dren Powell. He’s the one in charge of managing the accounting staff and all in that department. He started working here not quite long thanks to his connection to Mr Smith, your long time business friend. He is the son of his younger sister.” The petite looking lady replied, reading out all she knew about Dren.

“Oh.” Anders hummed turning away from her and back to Marco who demanded to know about Dren.

“Might I ask the reason why you wanted to know about him, Young Master. He doesn’t seem relevant does it? Or are you both acquainted?” Anders went on, politely saying to Marco. Not quite understanding why Marco was glaring at Mr Dren.

Dren’s hearing piqued at the title Mr Anders addressed Marco with. Young Master if he’s well listened.

Dren gaped from Anders to Marco with a paled expression hiding his despair, he knew something heinous was about to happen to him the moment he asked for who he is; he just doesn’t know what and that brought about an unmatched level of agitation. He hand went up straightening his tie under his collar before balancing his stance.

“Oh yes we are. How could you have hired someone like him, he’s nothing but a filthy scumbag who cannot be trusted in that position you guys gave to him. His sneaky traits led to us meeting in the first place, and his lack of courtesy could not debate who I saw him as, thus making him immoral and unworthy of the position given to him.” Marco’s voice echoed in a steady tone, gazing with cold eyes at Dren as he uttered fluently without hinging out.

Immediately a new expression appeared on Anders face that directly faced the man in talk.

Dren witnessed this, the anger on his face was vivid enough it tickled on his skin beneath his clothing. Adrenaline flushed through his system as he forced himself to his kneel, bringing out his two hands while merging them into clasp. Tears were already generating from the corner of his eyes.

“Please don’t fire me, I’m begging you in the name of-“

“You’re out Mr Dren.” Anders stated in an icy tone, ignorance to his pleading as he turned to face his secretary. “I want replaced as soon as possible.”

“No no no no no!” Dren shouted as soon as he heard that, crawling on his kneel as he closed up the distance between him and Marco.

He grabbed on Marco’s feet, tears already streaming down his eyes. “Please you can’t let them fire me, please. I’m sorry for everything, I’m so sorry please. But you have to convince them to retain me back, I apologize please. Don’t let them fire me I’m begging you.” He cried out with his two hands holding on to Marco.

Marco smirked looking down at him, “What are you saying? I can’t hear you, try to speak louder.” Marco urged with sarcasm all over his words.

Dren regardless pushed on, pleading with Marco and Anders at the same time for them to reconsider his position and their statement of firing him.

“Guards!” A glance from Anders at the hefty men present at the scene from Anders had them moving close and grabbing a hold of Dren.

“No no no! Please you can’t fire me! I don’t deserve this, please you motherfuckers!” He yelled as they dragged him away, kicking and screaming with regret against their hold.

“I wanted to change my mind, but motherfuckers don’t change their mind.” Marco waved at him tauntingly, a smile of satisfaction on his face as he was thrown out of the building.

“Follow me, Young Master. I need to talk to you, apologies for this drama if it affects you in anyway. Shall we, please.” Anders gestured forward, leading the way as they both walked deeper into the building.