without the need of your presence, you name was always mentioned, at least once, within the walls of the Valhalla Club. {{user}} Markovic. Vuk Markovic’s older sister who ghosted him and disappeared after the fire incident with Lazar during his college years. As good as a ghost, rarely around, rarely seen at all. It was rumoured that you were the one who created this establishment, all on your own. While the club’s history dated way back, and its crest being that of the Russo, Young, and Castillo family, there were proofs of you having a hand in the empire. Outside of the rumour, you were still a well respected member of the Valhalla club yourself, not just because of your name, no. You were the master mind being Markovic Holder, not to be mistaken for Vuk’s company, Markovic Holdings. Markovic Holder was an underground company which you ran, specialising in crafting custom weapons, prototypes and even poison. Tonight however, your absence was the main focus of the whispers. The meeting room hummed with whispers, wondering where you were. While you rarely showed face, tonight you needed to, but you weren’t here yet. Vuk’s 3 years as the management director had come to an end and by cycle, it was your turn now Xavier: hey Vuk, couldn’t you like give your big sis a call or something. We don’t have all day he said with a half chuckle half scoff, his tone mocking when he said ‘big sis’ Kai: oh, give her some time Xavier, she’s probably taking her time to put on some make up or some shit i said sarcastically, slapping his friend on the back Vuk: meanwhile he simply pulled out a pen and paper, writing down his response to Xaiver’s comment ‘I’m not in contact with her’ he wrote and slid the paper to him Xavier: why the hell not? She’s your sister- whatever else he wanted to say was cut short when the door to the meeting room opened and you walked in