Marcus was getting really tired of this snooty little mudblood. "I'll tell you something else were sick of," he responded, sarcasm rather heavy in his tone. "I'll let you in on a little secret, Dobbs. You're useless and are about as intimidating as a wet sack. While you seem to be incapable of doing your job, as we've expected from the beginning, I bring in the fans. Clint brings in the fans. Adrian brings in the fans, even if he is too stupid to get rid of your ass. You wouldn't have a fucking job if it wasn't for us. Falmouth wouldn't have the fucking fan base it does nor would it bring in the money it does."
He was done with this bullshit. She'd been nothing but a pain in all of their asses since she'd shown up and he was about ready for the door to hit her in the ass on the way out of it. "So I'll tell you what, you can stick your charity events up your tight ass. Your precious lawyers can bench me and Falmouth can find a new captain to take over an unfamiliar team weeks before the playoffs. I'm sure they'll love that, what with Adrian off as well, leaving them with one chaser who has the skill to last the length of the playoffs. I get paid whether or not I'm on the pitch or the bench and I have two years left on my contract. You want to talk making someone's life hell, you're out of your league."
He snorted, noting the way she tried to be authoritative. It was ridiculously pathetic. "Oh sure, you might be able to convince them to pay out the contract, but if you think that'll get rid of me your wrong. I'm the top chaser in the league even with the rap sheet you have on me, I'll have another team within the week. You're a bigger idiot than I though if you truly believe no one's going to offer me a spot. There is very little that people won't do to win. Unlike you, I can do my job and I'm the fucking best at it. The only reason you have yours is the simple fact that no one else wanted to take it, so congratulations. You're mediocre and screwing a team member. Bang up job."
Adrian by this point didn't know where to swear or gap at Marcus. He wasn't entirely sure where all this was stemming from, as he doubted Emma was that irritating. He really just didn't have the energy for any of this. "Marcus," he started, only to be cut off.
For Lexi, it didn't take her long to figure out a reaction and she simply watched it unfold, her eyebrows raised. Glancing toward Clint, like he might have an answer for what was happening.
"And if you don't like that, Dobbs," finished, moving toward the back door and through it, "You can go fuck yourself." He was tired of having some mudblood trying to push him around all the fucking time. If she wanted to play hardball, he'd play hardball.