Law

The leader #2

*Edited*

Sunshine shone through the sunroom at the front of Mark's home. The man himself waited almost impatiently in that very room, his eyes fixed outside, waiting for a familiar car to pull into his paved driveway.
His mind wandered to the day before. When he had asked Jack if he wanted to return to Ireland in order to see his parents. In short the boy had said yes. But as the memories of the slave hesitating and becoming timid flashed in Marks mind, the man doubted whether Seàn really wanted to see them at all. Whether he just said yes because Mark was his master or not.

Marks thoughts were cut short when he saw a dark blue Mercedes drive up to his house. Instantly the man knew it was one of many cars his friend possessed. Jumping out his seat, Mark was already outside before anyone had a chance to step out the vehicle.

A certain white haired/blonde boy stepped out the drivers side with a smile that reacted his blue eyes.

" Mark! Is so nice to see you again!" Felix almost yelled as he brought his friend into a hug.

Mark hugged back and exchanged greetings before moving into Phil. The half-German man stopped, confused at the cast around Phil's left arm. He glanced down at it to see the hard white plastic was tightly wrapped around the slaves arm that he cradled.

" What happened? Are you okay?" Mark asked attentively.

Phil looked to the ground in shame.
" I opened my mouth to a passerby when I shouldn't have, sir".

Mark frowned, Phil shouldn't deserve violence just because he said a few words. The man didn't know the context of the situation, he just knew that no one ever deserved to be hit. For a few beats Mark wondered how Phil had, had a cast put on. But by the rough looking job, the man guessed Felix had done it.

" Okay lets go inside" Mark waved his guests towards the house.

He opened the door and let Felix and Phil in before himself, closing behind the small group.

" Dan!!" Mark called, his voice echoing off the walls.

The group made their way into the sitting room to the right and each claimed a seat. Felix sat down on a chair and Phil on the couch.
Heavy footsteps where herd making their down the marble steps. One pair.

Soon enough Dan rounded the corner with haste. The boys brown eyes filled with salty tears when he saw Phil. The northern man stood himself. Together they ran toward each other and when they collided Phil set Dan crashing to the floor.

The pair were left to hug it out, while Dan's back dug into the hardwood flooring. Mark waved Felix into the next room to give them some privacy. They both stood while the pair of slaves helped each other up while expressing their loneliness without the other.

" Dan happened to your arm Phil?".

Mark herd Dan asked with a cracking voice as they closed the door to Marks office. Felix was already seated on the leather couch and was rubbing his forehead.

" Headache?" Mark asked while he poured him and his guests a glass of water.

Felix sighed and swore in his mother tongue.
" For days now" he replied.

Mark handed the man a glass of water of which he took and gulped in one shot. Mark sat on the coffee table the opposite of his friend.

" Any progress with getting in touch with 'the leader'?" Felix asked. 

Mark nodded and set his glass next to him. It made a small tapping sound as it was set on top of polished wood.

" Yes, one of his hands came by the other day. I told him I would want to buy the company. He said I'll get a call from his boss for a when and where" the red head explained.