The Amazing Marcus Puth

One hundred million dollars!!!

Marcus let out a laugh that caught Sandra off guard. She looked at him, rolling her eyes, she couldn't believe she was standing here, wasting her time with Marcus. She wanted to end everything now and chased him out of her office, but her curiosity was getting a hold of her.

Marcus removed his hands from his pocket and walked towards her. He grabbed her by her waist and used his middle finger to lift her chin. Sandra's eyes opened wide, she had never seen this part of Marcus. He was one who had always maintained his distance, and here he was caressing her cheeks. To her, Marcus was a coward and a loser. How dare he touch her?

“I don’t like jokes,” he said, caressing her cheeks. “Do you mean what you had just said, will you marry me?” Marcus asked, his voice firm.

Sandra's eyes racked him, she wanted to lash out at him, but she decided to do it after the transaction, by then she would have had enough proof to deal with him.

“Yes, I mean business,” she said, a smirk tugged at her lips.

“Fine, we have a deal,” he muttered, with a sly smile.

He was about to caress her cheeks again, but she flinched and removed his hands that were wrapped around her waist. Marcus chuckled and Sandra rolled her eyes.

“You can now take as much money as you want,” He said, leaning on the wall. Sandra’s lips curled up into a sneer.

“I can't wait to prove that you don’t only waste people's time, but you also lie.”

“Let’s see, who has the final smile,” Marcus said, with a sly smile as he sat on her chair, his legs crossed at each other.

The sight of Marcus on her chair made her grate her teeth. She hates sharing her chair with anyonein fact, no one had ever had the guts to sit on her chair and now this low riffle was sitting on her chair, with his legs crossed.  It took everything in her not to lash out at him, not at this critical time when she was close to achieving her goal.

Sandra sat at the computer, her fingers flying over the keyboard as she began the money transfer. After a few moments, she turned to Marcus, a taunting smile on her lips. 

“Is it okay to transfer one hundred million dollars?” she asked. Marcus didn't even flinch. 

“Withdraw as much as you like,” he said calmly. Sandra laughed, a high, shrill sound.

 “Even one hundred million?” she asked again, her voice full of mirth. Marcus shrugged.

 “Why not?” he replied, his face impassive.

“Like a million dollars?” She repeated her question, her voice high. 

“Why don’t you see for yourself.”

Sandra's laugh died in her throat. There was no way one could withdraw such an enormous sum of money from a bank account. 

“You're such a pathetic liar,” she said, her voice tinged with disgust. “How is it possible to withdraw one hundred million dollars?” she demanded. Marcus only chuckled, a maddening sound that grated on her nerves.

 “I'll say it again,” he said, his tone infuriatingly calm. “Try it out for yourself.” Sandra hesitated, then reluctantly turned back to the computer.

She knew Marcus was just pretending. She felt if he had such amounts of money, he would have changed his car, that pollutes the air with the smoke that comes out of it. And his clothes he would have worn an expensive shirt by now, fix his hair, her eyes darted to his shoe and perhaps get himself a new shoe. So she decided to expose his lie completely.

With a wicked smirk on her lips, Sandra typed in “one hundred million dollars” and hit the enter key. She glanced at Marcus out of the corner of her eye, expecting him to flinch or laugh in response to her ridiculous request. 

Instead, he merely sat there, his hands folded under his chin, an easy smile on his face. She looked back at the computer, waiting for the inevitable message that would pop up on the screen: “Transfer failed.” But it never came. Instead, the screen flashed a message that made her blood run cold. “Transfer processed.”

A frown formed on Sandra's face as her phone rang, she answered the call. 

“Hello?” A pleasant, yet professional-sounding female voice spoke on the other end. “Is this Sandra Xavier?”

 “Yes, it is,” Sandra replied, hesitantly. 

The voice on the other end continued, “Seconds ago, one hundred million dollars had been transferred into your account. Congratulations, you have just become our bank's SVIP member.” Sandra's eyes widened in disbelief.

 “What?” she blurted out. This had to be a scam, she thought to herself. “Is this a joke?” she demanded, her eyes darting to Marcus.

But before the lady could answer, there was a notification Sandra received. Her gaze darted back to her computer. Sandra's heart raced as she checked her computer, expecting to find some sort of notification or confirmation that this was all just a mistake. But her heart skipped when she saw the notification — "Transfer successfully completed.” 

She pinched herself, hard. The sharp pain that flared through her arm confirmed that this was no dream. She looked up at Marcus, who was now staring at her with a knowing smile. 

“This can't be real,” she said, her voice shaking. “I don't believe it.”

“This is real ma’am” the clerk said and Marcus chuckled. 

Sandra took a deep breath, she was trying to think, but nothing was making sense to her.

 “You mean this is real?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “How can I receive such a large sum of money at one time?” 

The clerk's voice was professional and even more respectful. 

“Ma'am, the transfer you made was from a Supreme Black card. There is no limit on the amount that can be transferred from a Supreme Black card.” 

Sandra was speechless. And she wondered who Marcus was.