cannibal; kendall roy

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Marguerite watched as he stood in front of her, his hands on his hips as they stood in another room, the look on his eyes being one she'd recognized so many times, closest to the expression he'd given when he'd left for rehab most recently.

"Uh..What the fuck, Lou?" He asks harshly "Why the fuck is he—why is my dad fucking talking about you?"

He's angry, and she understands.

Logan Roy should only speak about his children. If not his son, or his old choice for the throne. Marguerite was the aftermath. She was Kendall's choice. Someone else's sperm.

"I don't know. He's talking out of his ass. I swear" Marguerite responds "I don't want your company."

That is true. She doesn't. She can barely run her own.

"Yeah, but he's name dropping you into their fucking lap."

"Probably because they like me, Nan Pierce has been crawling all over for the entire night."

"Yeah, so why not take it? Huh? You'd do that, wouldn't you? Uh, fucking take it?"

"Are you even listening to me?"

"I'm right here, aren't I? And you'd be stupid not to. Wouldn't you?"

"Fuck you. I don't want your company. I don't want your job. I have my own."

He scoffs "Fuck you, you know, you wouldn't even have these people around you, or my dad if not for me."

"Kendall, you're treading in murky water."

He squints, scoffing a little "You're one to talk."

"I don't have them, and I don't want them."

"Sure. Yeah, sure."

She squints, looking at him "God, you're such a baby."

"Come on, Lou. If you're going to play in the big leagues you have to have a better playbook. Punch me, really fucking punch me."

She groans "Kendall, calm down. I don't want your job. I don't want your company. I haven't even spoken to Logan about anything of the sort."

"Really? Because uh, that seemed to say otherwise, and you know, he's been chummy with you."

This was ridiculous. So she didn't respond.

"What the fuck? Come on Lou, say something"

"No"

"Say something."

"No" she shakes her head "No. I'm not"

"You don't think you owe me that?"

"Kendall, I'm not participating in your witch hunt."

"Uh, are you serious? A witch- a fuckin' witch hunt? That's what you see this as?"

"You're accusing me of something I didn't do."

"And you don't offer any other evidence, nothing. Guilty. I guess you're fuckin' guilty."

"That's not how this works."

"And how would you know? You're playing my uh, my game."

She glares at him, attempting to shove past him and exit, but he blocks the door, and stands in front of it "With my rules" he adds, with a grin

"You're being an asshole."

"So?"

"So." She states "So?"

"I'm an asshole, sure, yeah, whatever. My fucking game baby, my uh, my fuckin' turn."

"Grow up. I didn't-"