2010-02-20: Brotherly Love

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Date: February 20, 2010

Summary:

Robert comes barging into Mark's office to ask about his Valentine's Date.


"Brotherly Love"

Mark's Office - Lane Industries

It's been a rather busy week for the eldest Lane brother, with contract negotiations, checking up on various projects and just in general doing his job. Black framed glasses sit perched on his nose, while his finger tic over the keys of his keyboard. His power blue dress shirt, is lacking a tie as always, as he really hates ties, the sleeves rolls to above his elbows.

The chair he is sitting in squeaks softly as he leans over to punch a button on his phone, his other hand grabbing up the receiver, ringing his assistant. “I need the file on the Rodger's project?”

That is about the time Mark's office door, bursts open to admit one of the few people he desires to see at that moment.

“Robert…. Do come in.” Mark's tone is bland and dry like the Sahara winds.

“Mark.” There is a slick and sly tone used, that name drawn out like the youngest Lane brother is talking to a buddy. Dressed to the nines in his dark blue suit, the black dress shirt and royal blue tie all neat and crisp, compared to his brother's casual. He takes the handful of strides to Mark's desk and half sits on the edge of the deck. An apple that was sitting on the desk is plucked up. “So.. rumor mill is going around. My big brother finally went out on a date?” He leans towards the elder of the two with a flashy grins. “Found some one who can stand your big foot talk?”

“More importantly, you finally get laid?”

Robert's brows twitch up as she asks that question taking a big bite of the apple. “Come on, Big Brother, give me the details.”

“Are you ever finally going to grow up?” Mark fires back irritably, glaring at his little brother who happens to have his food. There is a little shake of his head and he turns back to his work.

“It wasn't so much of a date, as just two friends getting together for food.”

“Which just happened to be on Valentines Day?”

Robert sounds skeptical, setting the apple back on the desk. “So in other words another lonely night for Marky.” He slides off the desk and shakes his head. “Your too damn uptight… Come on. I know this one girl, Tina.” He gives his brother a smug and knowing grin as he moves around the edge off the desk, “She'll listen to all those boring stories and even take care of all that pent up frustration later.”

“Yeah… no thanks.” There is quite the look exasperation at his little brother's offer, Mark was always dodging the bullet on those sort of offers, his brother always looking out for his big brother's sex life. He could never really guess why, probably having a geeky older brother who isn't a playboy like him must be a sticking point.

That thought gets a small twitch of a smirk. “Is that the only reason your here, Robby?” Just like his brother uses a hated nickname, so Mark returns in like. “Or is it to just bother me and offer to hook me up with your cast offs?”

“Who's the woman?”

Taking a moment to unbutton his suit jacket, Robert drops down into a chair across the desk from Mark. He slumps down in the chair and expensive Italian leather shoes, getting propped up on the slick black top of the desk. The look he levels at Mark is all business, brows lifting expectantly. “Your 'date'?” That last word emphasized, one can almost see the air quotes.

“None of your business, Robert.” Mark mumbles as he hunches over his computer again, an elbow on the table, two fingers press against his temple to hold up his head. Blue eyes flicker over to his little brother, past the edge of the flat screen monitor. “You don't need to know everyone I'm dating. What are you gonna do? Preform a background check?” The sarcasm thick in his voice.

“Me? Nooooo.. but dad might.” Robert offers in return and a bit too brightly, shoes tapping together as if with some unheard music. “With so many important projects, we have to protect our interests, Marky.” The youngest of the two can't help but offer that out. “Wouldn't do to have the wrong people snooping around, and well…. Mark…” Robert gives his older brother a pitying look. “… your not known for being the best judge of character.”

With a scoffing barkof laughter, Mark gives his brother a disbelieving look. “And you are?” There is contempt for his brother in his smirk. “Puh-lease, Robert. Look at half the women you date. Most couldn't careless the size of your dick as long as you put out the cash. And your calling me a bad judge of character.”

“Look in the mirror first, Little brother, before you go painting the kettle.”

Robert dramatically slaps a hand to his chest and pretends to look hurt. “Oh Mark… your words cut deep.” His tone bland, his eyes narrowing somewhat at the older man across the desk. Shoes are slid off the desk and the youngest is climbing to his feet.

Leaning over the desk somewhat, Robert tucks a hand in his pocket and extracts a piece of paper folded in four parts, and tosses it on the desk in front of Mark. “We'll find out who she is, Mark.” The words cold and dangerous. “So do your family a favor and put us before your little girlfriend there.” He straightens then, fingers making quick work on his suit buttons,

“Remember blood is always thicker. So how about it?”

The paper is eyes suspiciously, before Mark gingerly picks it up. Unfolding it slowly, he watches his brother. When his gaze drops to the paper, his breath catches at the back of his throat. He was looking at a photo of him and Cody, as he was helping her out of the car outside the restaurant. Cody's face very visible in the image.

If it was meant to scare him, it fails miserably, as Mark surges out of his chair sending it rolling backwards, until it thumps against a cabinet behind him. The image is held up in a fisted hand, which crumples the edges some. If looks could kill, Robert would be dead, as the oldest of them shouts furiously, “What the hell Robert?! You and Dad are having me tailed now? What… the… hell?”

There is so much smugness in that smirk, Robert gives his brother, a knowing one. Turn turns slowly, and starts for the door, intent on leaving. “You may be Head VP, Marky, but your also the black sheep… and the weakest link in Lane Industries.. and the family in general.”

His palm rests on the door handle as he looks back at Mark. “We will find out who she is Mark, so you better hope she's just some gold digger.” Threat delivered, Robert lets himself out.

“Love you, Marky.”

“Fuck you, Robert.”

Robert's chuckling can be heard even after the door is shut again, it's like nails on a chalk board for Mark.

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