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sign of the times, harry styles
SEATTLE
MARK DIDN'T KNOW MUCH ABOUT LEGAL STUFF.
What he did know, however, was how the ending of an action movie was supposed to go.
If he broke this down into it's elements, he almost recognised it.
When it came to entertainment, he tended to only stick to the blockbusters. He liked the big explosions, the blows and the booms. He liked when things went up in flames, he liked the retribution of watching the dashing lead character kick ass and send everyone else flying to the curb.
It was dramatic, it was cathartic; there was something so addictive about obscene and explicit violence (not gore, he saw too much of that in his career.)
He knew how it went, how the bad guy faced his downfall and some people were lost on the way, but the good guys, ultimately, always pulled through.
This didn't feel like an action movie.
He didn't remember an action movie that took place in a boardroom, watching an attorney pace thin lines across the carpet as he spoke with his hands.
He didn't remember a blockbuster that involved heavy strategy, discussion and the coaching of exactly what he needed to say.
He didn't remember a thriller that involved dotted lines and law infringements, patterned by the depth of Beth Montgomery's brow as she realised exactly how deeply she'd embedded herself into trouble.
Mark had always prided himself on the fact that he was fairly versatile. He could fit into any given social space, navigate any conversation with a smile and a good five-minute window of throwaway charm. He was, by all means, a man that was built to adapt. Mark hadn't walked into a room he couldn't win over–– Well, that was until now.
Sitting beside Amelia Shepherd as she tossed flirtatious one-liners over at an attorney, watching Dominic Fox draw out battle lines and Beth sink deeper and deeper in her chair, Mark knew he was brutally out of place.
The conversation was mainly led by Dominic. The lawyer hadn't lied when he said that he had a very firm grasp on the situation. He spoke passionately with hands about legal things and terms that Mark seldom understood.
There were many big words, many pointers, all things that he hadn't been able to pick up in his education. His head turned between Amelia and Beth, admitting how lost he was in a very brief recess between case pitches.
