MARK | @hidesinhiswork
ㅤㅤ'The city that never sleeps' - what a crock. Between numerous delays that had arisen within a meticulously planned schedule and a few contacts coming up empty despite previous confirmations, NYC was proving to be a bigger pain in the ass than usual, an irate demeanour flaring at regular intervals with each setback that reared its ugly head to prolong this visit. Hell, even the hotel Terry was previously staying at found itself featured on the news as part of some escapade with the Lucchese family ( a level of attention that he decidedly didn't care for ), swiftly moving onto another building a few blocks away that offered a larger suite that would suit his needs in the short term. Cordless telephone propped up between his ear and shoulder, fingertips distractedly fumble with the buttons of his half done up shirt, a commonplace task that falters as a sharp narrowing of his eyes reacts to a sudden knock at the door.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ"...I don't give a rat's ass, this wasn't a part of the deal. The foreclosure's final, they need to move—" The latter syllable coincides with the brunet's large gait concluding at the entrance as he swings it open to find Mark expectantly standing there, briefly moving the mouthpiece of the receiver to his upper chest to muffle his subsequent hushed words. "You’re unreasonably early." There's no hint of malice present as a trace of a crooked smile edges into place ( the city had some perks when it came to finding ways to kill time amidst moments of inaction ), but the sense of surprise is apparent nonetheless, the quirk of his head gesturing for the other to enter while the call gradually comes to an ends. Retreating further into the room, the lofty man stops by the gleaming formation of a piano where an open briefcase lies on top with some paperwork lain alongside on the polished surface, Terry's expression a little distracted.
ㅤㅤ"I'm gonna need a few minutes before we get this show on the road. You don't mind, do you?"