Marcus: Charismatic Billionaire

chapter 6

"What is happening here?" Another voice, belonging to the bank manager Mr. Smith, hauled from behind, they all turned at it.

The guards immediately straightened up as he approached.

His furrowed brow, he had to come down because of the commotion, he inquired again, "What's going on?".

Amelia, still putting on her act, held her cheek.

The head of security, his jaw clenched, gestured towards Marcus. "This man," he began, his voice heavy with accusation, "intentionally stepped on our potential customer and then refused to apologize, he even hit her."

Amelia, with a smirk playing on her lips, took a step closer to Marcus, she was absolutely enjoying this.

The real hate behind this, was that, when Lydia was looking for a man as a husband then, Amelia suggested her brother, but Lydia refused and chose Marcus. That was the only reason she loathed him.

Manager Smith turned his gaze towards Marcus, his expression cold. "Is this true?"

Amelia interjected, her voice dripping with false sincerity, "Absolutely, it's all on the CCTV footage. He's guilty as charged."

Marcus's eyes narrowed at the blatant lie, he chuckled.

Manager Smith, now visibly confused, turned to the guards, seeking confirmation, "is that the truth".

Amelia shot a knowing wink at the head of security.

He immediately nodded, "yes, we checked it".

The junior securities stared at him.

"Don't we?", He gave them this threatening look.

They nodded also, "yeah, yeah".

Enraged, Manager Smith's voice rose, "How dare you? You caused harm and refuse to acknowledge it, despite clear evidence! Enough of this Drama. Get out!"

Amelia, seizing the opportunity to further discredit Marcus, stepped forward. "Yes, leave. You're nothing but trouble. Who in their right mind would want someone like you in this kind of good reputable bank, ?"

Laughter echoed from the onlookers, and staff cementing their disdain for Marcus.

Marcus, undeterred by the ridicule, remained composed. "I did not..."

Once again, the head of security cut him off, his tone dismissive. "Save your lies. You're just here for an interview, yet you resort to deceit."

"I'm not lying, and I'm not here for an interview," Marcus countered, his voice steady.

Amelia, seizing the moment to solidify her narrative, stepped forward. "Enough lies. Admit it. You're nothing but a hired husband, paid to act like a husband, he even came to deliver cake as a part time delivery boy to her wife's birthday that was thrown by someone else."

Everyone burst into laughter, jesting and mocking him.

The manager walked closer to him, "politely get out now".

"You're making a grave mistake. You'll regret this."

Amelia chuckled, brushing off his warning. "Empty threats from a lowlife man, an orphan."

Marcus calmly reached for his phone, a determined glint in his eyes. "Let me make a call. Then we'll see."

The head of security moved to intervene, but Manager Smith raised a restraining hand, He wondered what Marcus was up to.

Marcus stepped back and after a tense moment, Marcus ended the call.

"So... what now? I know you are just bluffing?" Amelia interjected.

"You this orphan! How could you know someone, I am sure you would steal the clothes you are wearing."

The manager approached with deliberate steps, his voice strained but controlled. "Please, it would be best if you left calmly now. We don't want to escalate this any further." At that moment, the Manager's phone rang.

Marcus brushed him away with a dismissive gesture. "You have to pick that," he said, nodding towards the ringing phone.

The manager blinked, visibly perplexed by the unfolding situation. He fumbled for his phone, his gaze shifting between Marcus and the device in his hand.

As he checked the caller ID, his expression turned to one of disbelief. It was the president of the Bank calling him. It was very rare, the president calling means something very big.

He cleared his throat nervously before answering, "Hello, sir. Good day."

But before he could say more, the voice on the other end erupted in anger. "Shut the hell up, you rascal! I can see you have another source of income. Do you want to lose your job?"

The manager was at a loss for words, his mind racing to comprehend the accusations being hurled at him. "I... I don't understand."

"I know you won't," the voice continued. "Mr. Thonk's son is here, and he's being accused and embarrassed."

The manager glanced around, searching for the son, but found no one by that name. "There is no Mr. Thonks here," he insisted.

"Shut the hell up! He's right in front of you, the one you've wronged. You better fix this quickly."

Mr. Smith swallowed hard, and had a low gaze at Marcus who was confidently waiting for him to end the call.

"Do something now, If anything go wrong, I am sacking you"

The manager mumbled, feeling the weight of the president's words. "Yes, sir."

"And make sure to sack the security man if he's found guilty. Do whatever it takes to appease him. You know how heavily we rely on Mr. Thonks, the bank is still in existence only because of him."

"Yes, sir. I will take care of it," the manager promised, bowing his head in submission.

"You better. Do anything to appease him. Kneel down, lick his shoes if you must," the president warned before ending the call abruptly.

Amelia smirked triumphantly. "You see, you're done for. Your matter has reached the higher-ups. You'll serve your time in jail."

The security man stepped forward, ready to take action. "Let me just throw him away," he growled.

"I will kill you if you move another step," the manager threatened, his voice laced with fury. The sudden tension left everyone in the room startled.

"Sir," the head of security began, but the manager ignored him, his focus solely on Marcus.

The manager approached Marcus and knelt before him, a shocking display of humility from someone in his position. "Sir, I am sorry," he muttered, his voice barely audible.

"Gasp".

Everyone jaw dropped, the whole hotel manager kneeling down for a supposed lowlife guy.

"Sir… how could you be kneeling to this lowlife", the security man said.

The manager did not even mind him, he wanted to at first clear himself before he got back to them. This could cost him his ten years of devotions to the hotel.

"I am sorry for my negligence and harshness. I didn't realize who you are," he started to say, but Marcus interrupted, leaning in to whisper in his ear.

"Don't reveal me, but solve this," Marcus whispered, his tone firm but calm.

The manager nodded, as he rose on his feet.