Marcus rushed out of the house with a briefcase in one hand. He quickly opened the back seat door of the car and dropped it there. Then Alex emerged from the house, wearing a black suit and shiny black shoes. He wore tiny gold bracelets and wore a small earring on his left ear which gave him this bad boy and professional look.
Marcus rushed to open the car door for him.
“I'm driving today, but you're still coming with me”, he said, and walked to the driver's side. “The key”, he demanded. Marcus gave the keys to the Rolls-Royce to him, and he entered the driver's seat and started the ignition. The engine roared to life smoothly, and he smiled in satisfaction.
“Won't you come in?” He said to Marcus, who was still rooted on a spot beside the window.
“I'm coming sir”, Marcus regained his
