The Amazing Marcus Puth

Underestimated!!!

Sandra's expression darkened as she heard the door open and saw Marcus walk in. She knew he was trouble, and that  was the reason why she hates being extra nice to her employee and now he was here to ask for an extra bonus or wants to have an affair with her. She never knew he had taken the show downstairs, earlier to heart. 

Without thinking, she let out a sharp, "Get out!" 

But Marcus didn't move. He just stood there, his hands tucked into his pockets, a small smirk playing on his lips. It was too much. She lost it.

 "You fucking heard me! Get the fuck out of my office!" 

Marcus took a step forward, and she felt her anger rise to new heights and then Marcus dropped  an envelope on the desk.

Sandra was confused, then she glanced at the envelope on her desk.

 "What's this?" she asked, her voice tense. 

"See for yourself," Marcus replied, his tone calm and steady. 

She looked down at the envelope and hesitated. What if it was something ridiculous.  She was about to open it when she stopped herself. 

"If this is some sort of joke or threat, I'll have you fired," she said, fixing him with a cold stare. Marcus shook his head. 

"It's neither, I’m here to resign."

Sandra was caught off guard. Marcus had always been such a hard worker, one of the best employees she had. She couldn't imagine why he would want to leave. Earlier when she had threatened to sack him she was only lying to herself.

 "Is everything okay?" Why would you want to resign?" Marcus looked at her, his eyes searching hers. 

"I have my reasons," he said, his voice steady. Sandra knew that it would be pointless to try and convince him otherwise. She decided to just hear him out. 

"Okay," she said. "Tell me your reasons."

"I'm starting a new life," Marcus said, his voice firm. 

"What new life?" Sandra asked, unable to hide her curiosity. 

"I can't tell you," he replied, his gaze fixed on her. 

She frowned, she didn’t know what to do, she cleared her throat.

"Well, I can't force you to stay. If this is really what you want, I'll let you go."

 It was a difficult pill to swallow. She had hope Marcus could be her shield to stop that fat man, but it seems to have failed.

She signed the resignation papers, and as Marcus turned to leave, she heard him mumble, "Thank you." Something made him stop, and he turned back to face her. 

"Do you have problems with that fat man I saw earlier?" he asked, his tone curious. "What's his name again?"

 "Mr. Johnson," she muttered, her expression darkening. 

"Oh yes, that's his name." Marcus paused for a moment, then asked, "Do you have issues with him?" 

Sandra hesitated, unsure if she could trust Marcus with the details of her financial situation. As an employee, it would have been out of the question, but since he was now a former employee, she thought maybe she could open up a little.

 "I'm having some financial problems," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm not sure what to do." 

 "Can I ask what's going on?" Marcus asked. She let out  a weary sigh and slumped on the chair well.

“I’m having some financial problems and I need help from Mr Johnson but Mr Johnson  has some bad ideas about me and tried to threaten me,” she muttered sadly,

“hmmm,”  Marcus hummed, caressing his Jaw. “ “How much are we talking about here?” 

 Sandra eyes racked Marcus. She felt displeased, was he trying to make fun of her or what? She knew Marcus didn’t have a penny in his account so what’s the point of asking her  how much she needed. This was an invalid question to her since she knew Marcus could not give her. 

“Well, I think it’s not important to you precisely. And next time ask questions you know you can be of help to,” she said, her voice tinged with irritation.

Marcus smiled, this was exactly how he had predicted Sandra to behave. He knew she wouldn’t respond to him, because she had underestimated him as usual.

 He removed a card from his pocket and Sandra’s eyes widened, she had never seen that type of card before. The card was unique. Sandra felt it was just some random card, unknown to her it was Marcus’s bank card.

Without warning, Marcus flung a card down on her desk, startling her. 

"If you need it, there's money in there and it has no password," he said, the words spilling out in a rush.

 Sandra was taken aback by the gesture, and her anger flared. She had never felt so disrespected in her life. She stood up, her hands shaking with rage. 

"How dare you," she hissed, her voice low and dangerous. 

Marcus chuckled and smiled. “I’m only trying to help.”

“You call this help? You are mocking me. We both know you do not have such an amount to help me,” she yelled.

Marcus let out a laugh, and Sandra stared at him confused, Marcus had always been one staff who she had known to never look her in the eye, and here he is laughing not just laughing making a mockery of her.

“All I know is, if you need money then make use of the card,” he said, shining his teeth, irritating Sandra.

“You know what, get out of my office,” she said, folding her arms.

Marcus had a sly smile on his face, this was exactly how he had predicted Sandra’s behavior. It was nothing new to him. 

“As you wish, my lady,” he said, bowing down slightly.  He turned around, but when his hand had touched the door knob he heard Sandra’s voice.

“Stop,” she  sneered as she  picked  the card, and stared at it, smiling mischievously. She raised her head,  her gaze locked with Marcus.

“If there’s enough money in your card to save my company, I will marry you.”