Kancer Kills

Chapter 4

There stands Mark in front of two huge golden doors. His hands are sweating and clenched but in his mind he has processed all of the possibilities hoping that the ones that he thought Phil would say no would not happen. The more he thought about it he hesitated more on opening that door. He takes one deep breath and with one finger he presses the red button that was hooked up to a microphone speaker.

"Hello it is Dr. Marshal and I am here to talk to the boss. I have something to ask of him." He tries to hide the anxiety in his tone but it was too obvious to hide.

"Oh sir you don't need to ask. Phil has been expecting you. Come in and sit down while he finishes his meeting." Her tone was cheerful and welcoming. But even her tone was not enough to stop the terrible idea of what was going to happen now that Phil was expecting him. From behind the door there was a click before the two doors swung inwards. Mark walks inside and the clerk was sitting behind a golden counter typing away at her nice and new laptop. Mark sits down on the nice comfy dark brown sofa as another set of golden doors separates him and Phil. "Sir can't you just wait for the Midas Event that is happening in just a few months?" The clerk was excited and blurted out what came to mind to break the awkward silence.

"Oh,.. I can hopefully attend it. Assuming I still work here I might bring my wife." Mark forces a smile behind the dread that filled his eyes. The clerk's smile fades as she goes back to typing. The doors that led to Phil click before they open inwards. A man wearing a black business suit and a scarlet red tie walks out on black leather business shoes. His skin is white as snow with his hair blond and his eyes bright baby blue. His features were above human levels of handsome. He pulls up his sleeves before turning his head to Mark.

"Hi Mark. I need to talk to you in your office." Mark nods his head yes as he follows Phil into his office. Phil's office was that of a childs' dream. There was a giant bronze statue of a t-rex in each corner of the room. His wall was a giant tank filled with sharks. Black carpet made up the floor with comfy bean bags in front of his black wooden desk. Mark stands in front of Phil's desk with his hands behind his back. Phil walks behind his desk and sits in his black leather chair.

"Sir, it's an honor to be in front of you. I was here to ask if I can test the cureables on my wife. She is dying of lung cancer and I need to save her. Please sir." Mark pleaded with a straight face but cowardice in his voice.

"Do you know what Mark? You're dangerous and kinda like me." Phil stands up as Mark stands where he stood dumbfounded as Phil walks over by his side. "See do you know how I was able to make this tower? A lot of blood was used to make this tower." He then reaches into his suit and pulls out a golden switchblade. "And I'm not talking about a measly hundred or so lives. I'm talking about hundreds of thousands of people dying just to make this tower, let alone this business. And frankly your wife is no longer on one of my priorities to keep safe." Phil places the knife on his desk and walks behind Mark, with his voice trailing evil behind it.

"But sir this is my wife we are talking about. Maybe you can call this a favor. I will do anything." Mark panics and says the first plea that came to his mind.

"Mark my answer is no. And on top of that you're fired and the curables are mine. If you attempt to fight me over this situation just know that man that you're facing in court. I own the world's best drugs, health care, technology, and I am one of the best political figures that this world has ever known. You will lose not just your wife, but your entire existence. See Mark, when two dangeruose people are in the presence of one another, it only takes one of them to dominate. And I will not be dominated." Phil walks back to his desk with a sinister smile on his face. Mark's fist clenched as he stormed out of the room. He is mad but he knows what Phil has said to be true.