"Marcus. We weren't expecting you…"
"Hmmm," Marcus hummed slowly, his voice carrying the old but familiar kind of effortless authority that made the room feel smaller. He walked directly to his seat that had remained untouched after all these while.
He pulled the chair out, letting it make a scraping sound that drew all the microscopic detailing attention to himself, then settled into the leather seat with the casual familiarity. He leaned back slightly, his gaze sweeping over the faces of the board members.
His eyes lingered on Charles for a moment, who quickly corrected his tie, then moved to the Head Manager, whose jaw was slack with surprise. They all looked totally shocked, like they'd lost their composure for a second.
He pulled out his phone, seeming unconcerned about the meeting he had just interrupted.
Vincent pressed a fist to his chest and coughed, the sound dry and forced, before his shoulders straightened back up.
