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Feeling betrayed by her friends and more
importantly family, Marceline decides...
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I hear a knock on my door but before I could speak Max and Xavier come barging in.
"Aleksander you need to stop for a second." I don't stop, I find it funny that Xavier is saying that even though he gets mad when I'm not working.
He speaks in a scared voice and even though it's odd I brush it off and plainly say "I'm busy."
Max walks up to my desk and says "We found her." I look up so fast that it's shocking my neck isn't broken.
This can't be real, they are just messing with me. I remind myself of that and continue working.
They glance at each other with a confused look before Xavier corrects him
"Her body" he says "We've found her body." I don't have time for this. I don't want to hear their stupid lies, she's not dead, they're being ridiculous.
"Aren't you going to ask for proof?"
No, I'm not.
"Are you too scared?" Yes, I am.
I stand up and walk out of the office, I don't want to hear any more about this.
I'm prepared enough for the meeting, that's all that's on the schedule. I don't want to go view dead bodies with them.
When I walk into my living room I see a group of men around the coffee table.
Who let them in here? Why has the security gotten so bad In this stupid fucking building, at this point I need to buy the whole thing and a set of employees.
"Why are you all in my fucking house?" I ask but nobody answers, I look at all the men's faces and realize I've seen them in some of my warehouses.
They part, making a pathway and revealing what- who they were standing around.
A burnt body is laying on my fucking coffee table, at first glance I was going to ask why it's here but then I remember what they said a few minutes ago.
Marceline
When the thought hits me I feel a wave of weakness overcome everything holding me together. I hold onto my composure like a rope in raw hands
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The glass I carried in falls onto the ground, making the alcohol splash onto the floors
"Who is this?" I ask so calmly I surprise myself, I look around and get no answer once again- So I ask the same question in a louder voice.
