When Max stepped into his executive office, the scene that greeted him was far from the professional atmosphere he expected. The inner circle of the Billion Bloodline group was treating his high-end furniture like a playground. They were lounging across the designer sofas, shouting over each other, and raiding the specialized mini-fridges he kept stocked for high-level meetings. To make matters worse, they were leaving a trail of condensation rings and snack wrappers across his polished mahogany surfaces.
"What exactly is going on in here?" Max asked, his voice low and dangerous as he surveyed the carnage. "Do you guys truly lose all sense of self-control the moment Aron isn't around to keep you in line?"
