The manager

Mark dragged into a manager's office to the side of the main entrance. It was small and confined, with enough space for a desk and two chairs at opposite sides. Mark was slammed into the chair. He immediately tried to stand up but a security guard stood directly behind him and shoved him back down. Mark folded his arms angrily.

"That woman is currently going to the hospital, her day at the theme park has been ruined." A petite woman in a white business suit told Mark as she sat down opposite him. "She was in my way." Mark responded angrily. "You know who's also on the way? The cops." The woman angrily replied.

Mark's attitude faded, replaced with fear and panic. If the cops ID him they'll know he's on the run, this would mess everything up. "Wait! No no no! Please I beg of you don't do this!" He begged the woman, she smirked at his obvious change of attitude. "Oh so now we're feeling guilty huh?" She asked him.

Mark frowned. "Yes... I'm so sorry for what I've done..." He begged her. "Alright Mark, I'll tell the cops to forget about it, on one condition." The woman offered. "Anything.. I'll do anything..." Mark responded, defeated. "Good" The woman smiled.