For The Love Of Chéri (CHAPTERS 1-112 REWRITTEN)

Chapter 172 : Secrets And Lies, Cost Lives / Marcel Turns

Madam Dolores was sitting in front of her large fireplace, stroking her pomeranian while looking at her phone, when she heard the door to her large Office open.

She turned around surprised to see Marcel storm in, with the distinctive clinking sound from all the metal on his ankle boots and clothes.

Even in Marcel's absolute rage, he carefully stepped over the sleeping Bordello cat. The cat, which was grey with black tiger stripes and a distinctive white bib, was asleep and curled up beside the hot radiator.

Marcel walked right up to her and snatched the large iPhone right out of her hands, before he casually tossed it into the large fish tank. He then sat down in the large armchair by the fire in front of her, crossing his legs.

Dolores sighed loudly, "And to what, do I owe this little tantrum, Marcel."

Marcel sat back, obviously fuming, with his hands in an upwards steeple in front of his face. He just stared at her for what felt like an eternity, before his arms dropped and gripped the ends of the arm rests, "Dolores. Have you furnished that vile American Lennon, with AK codes?"

Dolores took a deep breath and rolled her eyes, "Marcel, can you just..." Dolores started but was interrupted by Marcel.

"Answer the question!" Marcel suddenly snapped loudly, startling her slightly.

Dolores put her pomeranian down and pulled herself up from her chair, "Come to my desk, Marcel.."

Marcel sighed loudly as he got up and followed her, "Woman! Can you not answer a simple question?!"

Dolores turned swiftly on the spot, "Don't you speak so condescendingly to me! You have too much of your misogynist father in you!"

Marcel slammed his fist on her large wooden desk, "Do not bring my sainted father into this! YOU seek to replace me! After all that I have done.. "

Dolores looked at her heavy oak table for signs of dents due to the small, hinged metal skeletal frame covering Marcel's hand. "Marcel, you have expanded your role to the maximum. You are brilliant and excel at everything you do. You need new challenges, and..."

"Stop the bullshit, Dolores! This is not a corporate review! You owe me! You were complicit in Chéri's lies! You now go back on your initial promises that made me stay!" Marcel ranted.

"Marcel please..." Dolores appealed, "What can you now accomplish in Security?"

"Discipline!" Marcel shouted back, startling Dolores and swiping papers off her table, "Order from this chaos! But no! you believe that the nonsensical, and sexually perverse Lennon, is more suited to the position that I created, and I made flourish! How dare you!"

"Marcel...be seated immediately! Or I shall have to summon your own team to restrain you," Dolores said painfully as she watched Marcel slump Into the seat in front of her, "It pains me to do this..." she said quietly.

Marcel just stared back at her, with an expression that she could not read.

She paused a moment, looking almost weak. "Marcel, announce your resignation..." Dolores said as she swallowed shallowly and smoothed the front of her dress, "It will save you the embarrassment and indignation of being dismissed."

Marcel just tilted his head and continued to stare at her.

"You have created this brilliant role, and when you took the role yourself, you became the best AK I have ever had..." Dolores said weakly.

"So great, that you replace me with...Lennon." Marcel answered, quietly.

"Lennon wrote and budgeted a manifesto. You have also been very heavy handed of recent. I also hear that you ordered team members to pay Lennon half a million dollars to leave..?" Dolores asked.