MARCUS'S POV
After interviewing almost ten candidates none of them had impressed me.
They were all useless.
I kept tapping on my wooden desk impatiently.
I closed my eyes and counted one to ten. Doctor Alan always said that it would help me relax whenever I was stressed and frustrated.
I opened my eyes and took a deep breath.
"Relax Marcus."
I had to put on my mask and bury all the emotions I felt. Because it was a sign of weakness and I couldn't let them bring me to my knees.
Like some weakling.
Over the past years I stopped communicating with my father a few days ago. Minnie had called me that he was on his deathbed.
He wanted to see me.
But I wanted nothing to do with him because he had rejected me. I wasn't his true son.
A part of me wanted to go and hear what he had to sa
