[Chapter 3]
Narrator
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Mr. Marquez may have made his promise to Franzen-that he would attend Franzen's party as a celebration of her book getting published-but never would he expect that he actually wouldn't be able to come himself.
The moment he got out of Franzen's apartment, with her-still in his back, waving goodbye-and now he was walking forward, smiling like he just had a thousand moments of happiness. That-for real-was truly undertaking his mood-only to be ruined in an instant by an emergency phone call. A call by Juris Entertainment agents. That was the call surrounding another issue with Cyrus Mendoza himself once again. Furious Ethan Marquez did not hurdle any more time and rushed through his office.
When he arrived at the office, he found Cyrus sitting carelessly in Ethan's office's armchair, with his back rested and his arms crossed along with his leg crossed on top of his right leg. He was an exact representation of a wasted man. The moment Ethan caught Cyrus in his office, no one could ever explain how angry Ethan was.
Ethan remained silent; his hand rested on the door frame, supporting his stance within. Despite Ethan's silence, Cyrus was there and predicted Ethan's existence. He tilted his head so he could finally see him.
"So you're here," Cyrus rudely said. His smile looked sober.
"I hate that I keep inviting a drunkard inside my office," Ethan responded, clapping back the disrespect to Cyrus.
However, Cyrus is seemingly unaffected and instead nods while smiling carelessly, as if he's not himself at the moment. It angered Ethan in an instant; he rushed close to his desk and slammed it in front of Cyrus. He noticed it, but this time, his selfless smile disappeared.
"Cyrus, seriously, what are you doing to your life?! I'm more than concerned that you are really trashing your life. Cyrus! Have some shame! It's your reputation we're talking about!" Ethan complained. Blabbing it all out as much as he can just to make Cyrus realize.
"If you want to die, I'll let you die! Just don't die with a damaged reputation!" he added.
Cyrus was the one to be silent this time. Nothing to blab, nothing to say, nothing to utter. There was no message left for him to defend, because at this moment, he's nothing but a defenseless soul.
But he crumbled, his hand stroked his hair, and the moment his palm reached the arms of his armchair, he slammed it back and stood in front of Ethan like he's going to blast a mood in.
"That's true. After all, if my reputation is dirtied, that means you're dirty too." he dared surpass, where the only thing left of Ethan's reaction was crumbles and curled eyebrows. His hand portrays a man fighting his temptations.
"I swear, Cyrus, if you even have at least a respect for yourself." A man, Ethan, spoke; he's already on the verge of begging just for slight decency.
"If you even want to fix this, you will! I'm giving you this last chance-I'm giving you a chance to fix it-a chance to rebuild your reputation." He begged at last. It wasn't a worthless piece because it caught Cyrus' interest. We all knew he wanted to fix it all too.
The way Cyrus looked at Ethan changed.
"You know right now I'm supposed to be fixing all the damage you caused in Salt and Ice. Now all I'm sparing you to do is just to attend that party!" Ethan aggressively demands Cyrus.
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Franzen
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