By the time they were in the study, Maverick took his seat on the rocking chair that made a creaking sound the moment he sat on it, swinging at his weight.
He was still dressed in his wet white shirt from not long ago, which had been drenched in sweat. Although it had dried a bit inside the car, it didn't erase the memory of what had happened in there.
He straightened his ruffled hair with a deep sigh as he watched the men file in and take their seats in the room.
The study was expansive, almost resembling a formal dining hall. At its centre stood a long, polished table, surrounded by evenly spaced chairs that gave the room a structured, imposing feel.
A few additional chairs were arranged along the edges, with a row of shelves lining the walls, but it was obvious the room hadn't been designed for comfort, it was built more for control. For meetings like this.
"All our goods were burnt down to the ground the moment they reached the border, boss." Jace finally broke the news.
