Marcellus suddenly appears before Ace.
He's now striding down the hall with both of his hands shoved in his pockets. Complacent and placid – he's carrying an air of mocking equanimity as he approaches him. He may be smiling amicably, but the formidable look in his eyes tells a different story.
"Good job, Miller. I've heard nothing but compliments from the photoshoot's organizers. They said you were quite exemplary. Everyone's praising you," Marcellus commended, keeping things professional.
"Thank you, President Lexington, though that's a bit much," Ace replied, deciding to play along.
"Continue to work hard. I bet Ms. Miller is proud of you."
"Yeah. I think she is."
"I'll be going, then. I still have to meet up with someone. See you around."
