Only Marcus could pull off such stunts.
But with the cheerful vibe around, it didnât feel right to bring the past up again.
So, Waylen politely started a nice conversation with Shawn, who was as smooth as butter.
After a bit, Waylen headed to the kitchen.
Marcus, busy cooking, mistook his dadâs footsteps for Melissaâs and scolded, âWhat are you doing here? Didnât I say rest up and chat with Mom? Itâs rare you all see each other these days.
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Waylen loomed behind Marcus.
Hand on his hip, he pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and snickered.
âYou canât even recognize your own dadâs footsteps? Your wife got the same stomp? Youâre losing it, boy.
â
Marcus killed the stoveâs flame.
He faced his father, reading his stoic expression.
Marcus wasnât one to be trifled with.
Turning back to the stove, he muttered, âRoger ratted me out, didnât he?â
Marcus wasnât trying to deny it, so Waylen let out a relieved string of curses.
âMarcus, what the heck have you done? First off, Shawnâs tight with Melissa.
Even if heâs got quirks, you have to respect that.
You can throw cash to hush Shawn, but now his missus knows.
How you going to smooth that over? Melissa hasnât got much kin left.
The one blood relative she hadâs long been cremated.
â
In a calm, gentle tone, Marcus replied, âI just brought Shawnâs family issues to light early.
There is no harm in that.
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Waylen erupted, âYouâre slick with those weak justifications.
I reckon Melissaâs just being fooled by you.
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With a smile, Marcus countered.
âMelissa isnât naive.
She figured I did right after weighing it all.
â
Waylen struggled to roast Marcus.
Taking a long drag from his cigarette, Waylen continued, âWhat about Roger? Heâs a big-shot VP, and you got him doing some absurd task like that for you.
Now that itâs out, you want to shuffle him off to the boonies.
Listen up, Rogerâs got a family.
You canât just toss him aside like that.
â
Marcus kept cooking, unfazed.
After a brief silence, Marcus spoke softly.
âDad, youâve been retired for a while now.
Rogerâs not the same guy who worked for you.
When I took over as president, he probably saw me as an easy mark, so he crossed some serious lines.
He even raked in nearly two billion for himself abusing his position.
I let him off the hook for Grandpaâs and your sake.
I hinted and nudged Roger, but instead of pulling back, he thought he could outsmart me.
Now Iâve had it with him.
If he wonât leave willingly, heâs got another option: jail.
â
Waylen was floored.
Marcus turned around slowly, a smile playing on his lips.
âI reckon smart folks know whatâs best.
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Regaining his composure, Waylen asked, âDid you set him up on purpose?â
Marcus didnât deny it.
Waylen didnât press further.
He quietly smoked, gave Marcus a pat on the shoulder, and said, âSon, youâve grown.
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But he added, âYou can play hardball with others all you want but, with your partner Melissa, you should tread carefully.
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