The Amazing Marcus Puth

Quit!!!

"No!" Amayah screamed, panic rising in her throat. "Quench the fire! You can’t just destroy things, where's your concise?” She yelled.

Marcus grits his teeth, he was surprised Amayah of all people was talking about concise when she knew she was not a saint she was worse.

Katherine stood by, laughing at Amayah's suffering. She hated Amayah with passion and would have strangled her,  herself if it weren't for the consequences. 

Amayah's anger flared, and she walked up to Katherine who stood there with a sneered plastered on her face. 

"Why waste money?" she demanded. Katherine just sneered at her, her eyes cold and dismissive. 

"Do you mind riding in my car?" she asked Marcus, completely ignoring Amayah. He nodded without hesitation, taking her hand and following her out the door. 

"You have no right to walk away from me! Come back here,” Amayah yelled, but they kept walking.

As Amayah watched Katherine and Marcus drive off, she felt her anger give way to a sense of deep despair. What if Owen thought she was a gold digger? What if he thought she was only after his money? She felt like an idiot  acting the way she had acted earlier.

She knew it was ridiculous to think that Marcus could afford such luxuries, or that he and Katherine would ever have anything to do with each other, she was beautiful and above Marcus’s standards.

But the thought of Owen judging her was too much to bear. She can't afford to lose Owen because of Marcus's dirty tricks.  She knew Marcus had hired Katherine to come here and vent his anger and she had fallen for it.

 "Owen, look!" she exclaimed, pointing to the car. "It's really damaged!" Owen turned around, his eyes blazing with fury. 

"They did this," he growled, his fists clenched.

With a wicked grin, Amayah turned to Owen.

 "We need to call the cops and demand compensation from Marcus," she said, her eyes glittering with malice. Owen nodded he also needed to deal with Marcus, he felt like Katherine had ignored him because of Marcus and also he felt disrespected by Katherine. 

"I agree," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Let's teach that jerk a lesson." 

He pulled out his phone and dialed the number for the cops. As the phone rang, he and Amayah exchanged a knowing look. Amayah was happy knowing Marcus was going to regret the day he ever messed with them.

Marcus made his way to the company, ready to handover his resignation letter because he had something important to do. But when he arrived, he was surprised to find his boss, Sandra, standing at the hall. And she wasn't alone. 

She was sitting with a  fat man, which was weird, his boss Sandra was not the type of lady to be with this kind of man, he was wondering if it’s a new trend for women lately.

Sandra's body seemed to relax as she caught sight of Marcus, her brown eyes twinkling with relief. She broke away from the fat man  and rushed to where Marcus stood, encircling him in a tight embrace. Marcus stiffened in surprise. 

"San….dra?" he stammered, unsure of what to do. 

"Hug me back, please," she whispered, despite his confusion, he found himself obeying her request. 

Sandra released Marcus from her embrace, stepping back and looking up at him. 

"Why did you take so long to get here?" she asked, her tone teasing but her eyes serious. Before Marcus could respond, she turned to the fat man, smiling.

 "This is my boyfriend, Marcus," she said, her voice a bit too cheery as she placed her hands on his chest. 

“Uhh,” Marcus mumbled, his mouth hanging, as he stood there stiff.  Sandra pinched his hand, trying to get him to play along.

 "He’s here to pick me up, maybe we can meet another time," she said to the fat man.

"Good day," Marcus blurted out, wrapping his arm around Sandra's waist. "Well I'm Sandra's boyfriend," he muttered, a smirk tugging at his lip. He held out his hand for a shake, and the fat man hesitated for a moment before accepting it. 

"Sorry we have to go," Sandra said, picking up her bag. "It was nice meeting you, Mr..." 

"Johnson," the man said, his voice gruff. "Sandra, please don't forget to give me a call," he added, his eyes trained on Marcus. 

"I will," she mumbled, anxiously waiting for him to leave.

The man sneered as he walked past Marcus, his eyes cold and piercing. He knew that Sandra was not the type to have a boyfriend, because she was known as a cold boss and he suspected that this man was just a friend or employee pretending to be something more. 

But he knew it was not a good time to ask them questions, not when he was so close to achieving his goal. So he kept his mouth shut and walked away, his mind already plotting his next move.

The moment the man was out of earshot, Sandra pushed Marcus's arm away, her expression changing from warm to cold in an instant. She straightened her clothes, her eyes hard and impatient. 

"Good job," she said, her voice devoid of emotion. "You'll get a bonus for this." 

Marcus couldn't help but chuckle. This was the Sandra he knew. Stubborn, proud, and always thinking she was right. 

"Well..." he began, but before he could finish, Sandra held up her hand, silencing him. 

"We're done," she said, her back turned to him. "Get back to work, and I'll forgive you for being late." 

With that, she strode off. Marcus smiled to himself. Sometimes Sandra  could be a real pain in the butt. He shook his head, watching as Sandra walked away. 

 "Ma’am," he called out, but she didn't turn around.

 He had no choice but to follow her into her office.