The Meeting

The meeting spot was a cafe in the city centre, I arrived half an hour early after not getting a wink of sleep. I had spent a good chunk of that time talking Marcus out of coming along with me. He had only given in when I pointed out that pictures of him meeting with the blackmailers would only make things worse. I spun a lie about how we could claim it was a photoshop or a look-alike if they asked for too much.

Sitting waiting for someone to show up I ran down what we could do if they want too much money. I spent some time looking up where we would stand if his father tried to **** him out of the company. Hell, we were not hard up for money and I had no love for this stagnant backwater but for some reason, Marcus felt tied to it.

As much as he might have known in his mind that his Father was a piece of shit he could never shake the need for his love. I realised long ago that if he ever lost that it would destroy him and I cared about him far too much to every **** that kind of pain on him.

I was snapped out of these worried as a man in a well-fitted suit sat down across from me. I was about to tell him that seat was taken when he looked up and asked.

“Mrs Mckellar, yes?”

“Ye...yes.” I stuttered out, this guy sure as fuck did not look like a kind of person who would be blackmailing someone. He looked like he should be giving a talk about the exciting world of beige.

“I have come to offer our terms.” He continued on, pulling a sheaf of paper from his briefcase as he spoke and passing it across the table.

I look at the papers, the two on the outside were just full of gibberish but the one in the middle had a neatly formatted list of demands. That I read with a sinking heart.