"Brother," Mark taunted with a sly smile. "I trust you've been well"
Carlos held General Kay back when he saw he was about to attack him.
"Woah, woah, don't forget your little girl is with me" he concluded, his smile still on his face.
Mark was calm and collected, fuck he was even relaxed, but the three men opposite him were quite the opposite.
After being held back for a short time, Mark gestured for them to sit down. They held their tempers in and sat down across him, staring daggers at him.
"Why?" Carlos asked, resigning his emotions.
The calm and collected Mark suddenly became angry, and he sent his cup flying, dirtying the white carpet. "Why? You're asking me why. How dare you?" he screamed out.
They were taken aback by his sudden outburst and silently looked at each other.
"What are you talking about?" CARLOS asked, clearly puzzled.
