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</div><br/><div style="text-align: center">《 Marcia》<br/>
Location: Abendblume<br/>
Addressing: Rebel <a class="username" data-user-id="6997" data-username="Traveler" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6997/">Traveler</a>​</div><br/>Marcia was furious. Dinner had gone well, initially. As well as to be expected. She was happy to have her brother actually<i>present</i>. Armando was troubled, but she'd figured it was just a product of what had transpired. That was at least until he'd broken the news to her that Hale had essentially fired her brother. At first, she was shocked. She shook her head, wondering what Hale was thinking, then anger started to seep into her blood.<br/><br/>"<i>Permanentemente?</i>" she inquired. Armando did not know but it was clear he was not looking forward to the extra time he would have on his hands. She stood up, took his plate with a nod and asked her kids to handle the dishes. Then she saw herself out quietly. Her steps moved her with a purpose, in search of Hale. It seemed though that the man in charge was too busy to see her and she was turned away, only adding to her ire. Her heart ached for her brother, knowing what he was going through.<br/><br/>She did, however, run into Rebel. She stopped mid stride, brows furrowing together before she changed trajectory. No less intent in her purpose.<br/><br/>"You don't feel the slightest bit guilty?" Marcia had snatched Rebel's arm, spinning him around towards her. "You didn't fight for him? After what you all went through together last night? He did nothing but cover for you! I know, because I wrote the report! I told him<i>not</i>to write it that way. He said he needed to." Did Rebel have any idea what Armando had done for Abendblume? He'd given it everything.<br/><br/>"Who the hell even are you that you would take over my brother's position?" She scoffed. Alvaro, she understood. He'd been with the family almost as long as Armando had, but Rebel was unknown.