Marco - Requests

I sit in the boardroom and look around at my men.

"We need to do something. Marco, the shipment has gone!" I glance at Arlo.

"We need confirmation first who took the diamonds, Arlo. Get the confirmation, and then we can do it." He stands up, hearing my words.

"It isn't just your shipment, Marco! That is mine!"

"Mine?" I rise up, looking at him. "Is it yours now, Arlo?" I step towards him calmly. "From where I am, it is not yours until it reaches your fucking hands, which it hasn't! If you want to claim it is yours, then half the cost from it going missing is yours."

He shuffles slightly. "I didn't mean..."

My hand flies up, cutting him off. "You did mean. If you remember Arlo, you wouldn't be doing business in this city without me. Now, whose items are they?"

"Yours, Marco."

"I thought so. Considering it is me who runs everything and does all the work to get them here. You haven't even paid yet." I sit back down and glance across the desk. "How is CCTV coming along to see who took the