Quote:” You can’t be serious.”


Oliver’s voice opens our scene as they’re walking up on….







” Is this Facebook?”


” Aren’t you just a perceptive one.”


Chris and Oliver cross the street from the sitting area to the large LED sign towards a single African-American Male, all-black suit, earpiece in his right ear. He’s waiting on both Chris and Oliver as he starts to walk towards the curbside.


” Friends in high places bro.”


The unknown male walks over and greets the two as he extends his hand out towards Chris.


“ Mr. Page?”


Chris and Oliver stop as Chris looks down at the hand and then back up at the unknown male with a look of sheer disgust firmly displayed upon his face.


” You don’t shake hands amid a pandemic!”


He draws his hand back offering his apologies drawing a purely sarcastic response from Page.


” Stuff your Sorries in a sock bro, do better. Who the fuck are you anyway?”


The gentleman responds politely.


“I’m Jarvis and I’m here to take you to see Mr. Zuckerberg. He’s expecting you.”


Jarvis leads the way towards the exterior doors.


“Please, right this way.”


” Dude you know Zuckerberg?”


Chris turns his head towards Oliver as he softly states as they walk through two large automatic sliding glass doors and into the lobby of Facebook’s California office.


” Uh, yeah.”


Jarvis leads Oliver and Chris through a security checkpoint where they bypass metal detectors with the escort. There are several employees in the lobby waiting at the elevators, some of which recognize Chris as they point in his direction while whispering amongst them which garners a middle finger from Chris as he and Oliver walk past.

They’re brought down a hallway to a private conference room.

Jarvis opens the door allowing both Chris and Oliver to step into the room where standing on the other side of a large conference room table is none other than the founder of Facebook in the flesh, Mark Zuckerberg.







” Well I’ll be damned.”


Mark walks around the table towards the entry as he extends his fist out towards Oliver while spouting out.


” Nice to meet you Mr. Damned, I’m Mark.”


Oliver is in sheer disbelief before shaking it off as he bumps his fist with Mark Zuckerberg while introducing himself.


” I’m Oliver Main…”


They drawback their respective fist as Mark responds.


” I was hoping your name was damned.”


Mark shifts his attention towards Chris as he immediately starts to snicker while he shakes his head from side to side.


” Then there’s this mother fucker right here.”


Chris chuckles under his breath before reaching out and fist-bumping his friend.


” Longtime kid.”


” What it do, gramps?”


Mark’s attention is drawn back towards Oliver while the sarcasm continues to exude from the Founder of Facebook.


” What the hell you doing with this guy? He’s nothing but trouble.”


Chris immediately responds which garners Mark's attention once again.


” Easy there buckwheat… just because I’m older doesn’t mean that I won’t kick your ass on your turf.”


Mark rolls his eyes as he turns and walks back around the conference room table towards a single chair that’s facing two chairs across from the single chair.


” Oliver is the brother of my friend I was telling you about…”


” Yeah, yeah, yeah… the guy from the security footage.”


Mark takes his seat while motioning for Chris and Oliver to take theirs as well which they do.


” I’m sorry to hear about your brother. Anyone that’s a friend of Page’s is a friend of mine. This had to be of the utmost importance for him to burn a favor from me.”


Chris nudges Oliver getting his attention.


” Shit doesn’t come cheap.”


Chris reaches into the inner pocket of his black sport coat pulling a square silver tin out. Chris opens the tin where some of his finest pre-rolled joints are housed. He removes one before tossing it across the table at Zuckerberg.


” Like I was saying to you on the phone about this Stadium in Italy that are being dicks. They refused to release it to me which is why I needed you to do what you do.”


Mark reaches out taking the joint off the glass top table as he responds to Chris.


” That’s not in the equation anymore, we have the footage.”


Oliver seems surprised by all of this as he turns towards Chris and asks.


” But you knew I’d get my hands on it which is why you even stepped on your jet.”


” How the fuck is this possible?”


Mark fires up the doobie before answering Oliver.


” Don’t concern yourself with the details, my good man, just know it helps to have friends in high places.”


Oliver redirects his attention towards Mark who exhales some smoke.


” That’s the second time I’ve heard that today.”


Chris chimes in an attempt to get everything back on track before this completely goes off the rails.


” So you have the footage?”


” Of course I do…”


Mark pushes his chair back from the table before standing up as he takes a few tokes off the joint before turning and looking out the ceiling to wall windows at Menlo Park’s infrastructure soaking it all in.


” Everything you see outside was designed by me… every nook, every cranny of this entire complex.”


Chris sees where this is going and opens up his silver tin pulling out another joint before lighting up himself as he shakes his head while Mark turns back around looking across the room at Chris and Oliver as he continues.


” Look at Facebook, for example, a concept thought up by others but the bigger picture was never even looked at. I took that small concept and turned it into the biggest global phenomenon that it’s become today.”


Chris leans back in his chair taking a huge toke off his joint before passing it Oliver’s way who politely refuses with a wave of the hand causing Chris to shrug.


” I did this because I’m a great businessman.”


” Here we go…”


Chris softly mutters just loud enough to catch Oliver’s attention.


” Now, let’s just cut to the chase now shall we.”


Mark ashes his joint in an ashtray out of site, he leaves the joint in the ashtray to burn out before shifting attention back towards Oliver and Page.


” I have something that you want and I’m smart enough to know that whatever is on this footage is of great importance to both of you; this gives me the position of power in this deal…”


Mark shifts his head towards Chris and looks him directly in the eyes as he walks towards the back of his chair, leaning forward as he states.


” I haven’t forgotten about Vegas in 2011.”


” Ouch.”


Oliver whispers in a tone loud enough to be heard by Chris. Chris ashes his joint on the floor of the conference room which causes Mark to roll his eyes.


” You remember Vegas, right Chris?”


Chris leans forward and over the conference table as he responds.


” Thirty grand sound about right?”


Oliver interjects into the conversation.


” Whoa everyone holds the fuck up… there’s a story you’re both not sharing, and you know the saying that secrets don’t make friends!”


Oliver turns and slaps Page on the left shoulder while repeating.


” Thirty large? You took Zuckerberg for thirty stacks?”


Chris turns his head towards the leftover at Oliver.


” Not a whole lot to tell if I’m being honest… he bet on trip Kings and I had trip Aces, it’s just how the cards fell.”


Zuckerberg interjects.


” That’s not entirely true, you goaded me into and you know it.”


” Hey it’s not my fault you were a sucker and walked into it.”


Without hesitation Mark responds.


” Well who's the sucker now, Chris?”


The entire energy in the room seemingly shifts upon those words as Mark and Chris lock eyes one more time from across the table. Chris pushes his seat back from the table and stands up, being taller than Mark now forces Mark to look up at him.


” The price is fifty thousand.”


Chris grinds his teeth while exhaling deeply causing Oliver to pop up out of his seat and chime back in.


” Mr, Zuckerberg, fifty grand? We can work this out without involving a grudge from ten years ago.”


Mark’s attention directs towards Oliver as he barks out at him.


” Was I talking to you?”


Oliver’s blood starts to boil and Chris can sense it as he glances down towards Oliver’s fists which are clinching.


” I didn’t think so.”


Oliver wants to pound on the table but Chris catches it before it gets that far as he grabs Oliver by the right shoulder as he states.


” Why don’t you give Mark and me a few minutes to hash this out. We’re not leaving without what we’ve come for.”


Oliver hasn’t broken eye contact with Mark while Chris lightly squeezes his shoulder. It’s as if at any moment Oliver could snap and blow this whole deal and Chris has come too far and come so close to unearthing who is responsible for nearly ending the life and career of Robert Main.


” Relax… I got this.”


Chris attempts to reassure Oliver that everything is alright.


” Just go…”


Chris leans in whispering in Oliver’s ear.


” Don’t blow this... It’s our only shot.”


Oliver takes several steps backward, not a word muttered as the intensity in his eyes speaks more than any words ever could. Oliver turns his back to Mark and Page before walking towards the doors. He opens it and steps out into the hallway leaving Mark and Page to handle what’s left of this business.

(01-27-2021, 03:36 AM)CCP Said: Mark clicks the button to unlock the door. He opens it for Chris who walks out into the hallways to see that Jarvis has already walked Oliver out of the building. This causes Chris to chuckle under his breath as he starts to walk down the hallway and passes the elevator in the lobby, back through the security exit, and out the front doors where he comes across Jarvis and a pissed off Oliver who’s now shirtless pacing back and forth.


Chris rolls his eyes as he reaches into the front pocket of his pants and pulls out the USB Drive. He holds it up for Oliver to see which causes him to immediately stop pacing and huffing and puffing.


” Problem solved.”


Oliver directs his full attention towards Jarvis.


” You better thank your lucky stars that he got what we came for.”


Chris slides the USB Drive back into the pocket of his pants as Oliver reaches down picking up his biker jacket and t-shirt.