The Amazing Marcus Puth

Arrest Marcus!!!

Chapter Eight.

Arrest Marcus!!!

“Marcus, please don't reject this offer,” Sandra pleaded with him. She hates free things, especially huge amounts of money like this.

Marcus's gaze locked with her, his expression neutral, and he cleared his throat. 

“ I only did that because you needed help, dear, nothing more than that.”

“And I only played that silly marriage deal with you because I thought you were joking, if not I would have drafted a deal with you. Come on Marcus, my company would have been gone if you didn't invest. You deserve this.” Sandra said, her voice pleading.

Marcus took a deep breath and put on a smile while Sandra raised her eyebrows, her heart beating, and she held her breath as she waited for him to speak.

“Fine, I will take in your offer.” As the words left Marcus’s lips, she let out a sigh of relief.

“Thank you so much!” She said as she rushed to hug him, taking both Marcus and Sandra off guard. 

Sandra was a lady who had always acted professionally. She pulled away from the hug quickly, hoping Marcus wouldn't think she was suddenly throwing herself at him because he now had money. 

“I'm so… sorry,” she apologized, squeezing her hands in her clothes. There was an awkward silence as Sandra berated herself for losing control just like that.

“It's fine,” Marcus said with a smile as he tried to ease the tension. “And I promised to never mess up the management of the company,” he said, bowing down slightly, and Sandra burst into laughter.

“What's the meaning of this,” she said in between her laughter.

“Showing my loyalty.”

“Please stop, before I die out of laughter,” she muttered, as they both laughed. 

This was the first time Marcus had seen Sandra laugh, and he couldn't help but smile, she was nice no doubt but strict.

“Well, let's celebrate our partnership.”

“Good idea,” Marcus mumbled. His gaze moved to the clock on the wall. It was Six thirty PM. ‘Jeez! It's getting quite late.’ he whispered under his breath.

Sandra moved to her fridge and let out a sigh of relief when she found a wine. She picked it and two wine cups and moved towards Marcus, who was sitting perplexed.

“Is anything the problem?” She asked, her voice tinged with confusion.

“Nothing serious, just noticed it's getting late,” he responded.

“Going anywhere?” She asked as she poured wine into the cup.

“No where in particular,” Marcus replied, shrugging his shoulders.

“Good, let's enjoy the evening,” she said, passing the cup of wine to him. “Cheers to a new management,” she said, raising her cup and Marcus chuckled as he clings the cup together.

Sandra was happy, she was fine with it. She wasn't bothered because she knew how dedicated Marcus was to work.

“Do you mind sharing how you got the SVIP card?” 

Marcus had a sly smile, he was about to respond when someone knocked at the door roughly, drawing their attention towards the door.

There was silence, and then they heard the knock again. Sandra’s expression darkened, and she darted her gaze to Marcus, who raised his eyebrows.

“Are you expecting anyone?” He asked and she shook her head. “Me neither,” he mumbled.

They heard a voice outside yelling. 

“I know you are inside, open this damn door before I break it.”

“Fuck!” Sandra mumbled as she stood up, her mind racing. She opened the door and standing in front of her were four police officers.

Their faces were fierce when they saw Sandra standing there, with her arms folded. The man who seemed to be the leader spoke up first.

“Search the room for him and drag him out immediately,” he commanded.

With that, they pushed Sandra rudely, and she hit her hands on the wall. “Are you stupid,” she asked, but they ignored her and entered her office.

Marcus stood up facing them, his expression unreadable and his hands were tucked inside his pocket.

“You are arrested Marcus Puth,” one of the men said, bringing out their handcuffs.

Sandra entered inside, her eyes blazing with fury, and she stood in between Marcus and the policemen.

“You have no right to barge into my office just like that. First you pushed me and then now this…..?” She said, her voice high-pitched and laced with anger.

But the police officers let out high-pitched laughter filled with contempt and ridicule, and Sandra gritted her teeth.

“You're too beautiful to be seen with a low riff raft like these,” the leader said with a sly smile. “He will only suck you dry, you need a rich man to take care of you.” He added.

“How dare you,” Sandra roared and with that, they pushed her aside.

“You would dare not treat her like that, you are here for me, so focus on me,” Marcus said, his voice calm. The policemen let out a hiss.

“Handcuff him,” the leader ordered, and Marcus moved backward.

“On what grounds am I getting arrested?” He asked, his voice low and soft.

“For crashing Mr. Owen’s expensive car worth fifty million dollars.” 

Marcus sneered. “A little friendly advice,” Marcus started, his eyes darting among them. “Firstly, don't arrest me. Secondly, let me make a quick call, otherwise, every one of you would be in trouble.” Marcus warned them.

The policemen let out loud laughter, If Owen had not told them that Marcus was a pauper and a loser, they would have taken him seriously. But they saw his words as nothing but empty vessels. They put the handcuffs in his hands and tried to drag him away.

Marcus was speechless, he shook his head. He would rather not make any trouble, he turned around, his eyes lingering on Sandra.

“Don't worry about me, I will be released very soon,” he said with a smile.

“No, Marcus, I will save you.”

“Yen ye yen,” The leader of the police said, rolling his eyes in disgust. And his men let out a chuckle. 

The leader cleared his throat, and he racked them in disgust. “No one can save you because Mr. Owen's father and the chief of police are good friends. Marcus will be punished according to his evil deeds.”