Bab 260: Bad for the business

[ARKWRIGHT CORPORATION]

Michael stood in the elevator alone when it dinged and stopped midway. Snapping his eyes at the parting door, the corner of his lips curled up. 

There, standing outside, was Marcus. He sneered the moment he saw the person inside the lift. 

"Getting in, Director Arkwright?" Michael tilted his head a little. "If not, I'll go then."

Marcus's eyes sizzled with coldness, but he still got into the lift. Not joining Michael would be akin to a wounded puppy trying to run away from a beast. He would rather swallow sharing the same air with him than hurt his already injured ego. 

As the door closed, a thick silence instantly enveloped the lift. 

Sliding his eyes to the corner, Marcus mentally clicked his tongue.