Feeling anxious was not anything new to Marcus, but often times he could at least try to convince himself that it was just in his head. That he was overreacting. That everything was fine. But that was not the case today. Cadence was in trouble. Ransom could potentially end up in trouble. There was even a part of Marcus that couldn’t help but wonder how safe this even was for himself. Ransom had sent him because of Kayan’s henchmen all over the city, so word would reach her if Ransom himself was spotted. What if someone was watching Marcus now? What if he seemed suspicious? What if they already knew he knew Ransom?
Breathe, Marcus. He did, trying to calm his nerves. If Ransom decided this was the best way to handle the situation, then it was. He would know. Act natural. You’re just another guy. You don’t know anything about a crazy lady holding a teenage girl captive. Nothing at all.
He wasn’t cut out for this sort of thing. Somehow he always seemed to wind up in situations he wasn’t cut out for. And somehow, he always survived. So far, anyway.
He arrived where he thought he needed to be, squinting up at the building. He had to fight off the urge to glance around to see if anyone was watching before grabbing the handle of the door. Only suspicious people did things like that. Once inside, he navigated the building easily enough, eventually finding the area for Connor. How awkward, Marcus couldn’t help but realize, to have something like this go down while at work.
The secretary’s desk was currently empty, which wasn’t surprising, especially if Ransom had given her instructions similar to Marcus. He hesitated, before finally working up the nerve to move to the door, which had been left ajar. He knocked, lightly, and the man that he assumed to be Kent looked up, eyes quickly narrowing. Probably from not recognizing him. Right.
“Uh. Hi.” He greeted awkwardly. “I’m a friend of Ransom. He… sent me to…” What was the best way to put it?
“Babysit me?” Kent concluded, voice far from friendly. That was to be expected, Marcus told himself. “Well, that’s already being taken care of. I don’t need another one.”
Marcus was at a loss, already. He was clearly not wanted here. There was no reason for him to expect that he would be. But he couldn’t just leave, either. He told Ransom he would do this. And not just for him, either. For Cadence. Maybe he should say so.
Maybe he shouldn’t.
Instead, he remained still in the doorway, trying to decide what to do.