A Reason to Dance.

Arriving at the marriage court, Mark makes a simple phone call, "I'm outside," and in not less than two minute a man dressed in expensive clothings, a lawyer though hurried towards his car.

Being someone of curtsey, Mark helps himself down the car and signals the man to a corner, and the two sit and chat till the clock struck twelve.

Finally, another man, the lawyer's assistant comes out holding a bunch of documents and hands it to Mark who stands to leave with a larger smile on his face, one better than the one he had earlier.

He has to curb the urge to do a happy dance right there in the middle of the street as he made his way back to his car.

'And he said he could take her from me.' He murmurs.

The Man crows internally. His blood was pumping furiously.

His sleek black car was waiting by the curb, just as he left it. With a smirk, he walks towards it.

As he approaches, he notices someone in the car and nearly tenses before seeing the silhouette of one of his trusted men already