The evening was calm, the city lights blinking softly through the windows as Max stepped into Sylvester’s apartment. He had come directly from the company to see Sylvester.

His shirt was slightly wrinkled from the long day's work. Even though his expression was neutral, there was an underlying curiosity in his eyes. He knew he was about to pay back Sylvester. He had told him earlier that he was under his order.

Sylvester opened the door for him, "You can come in."

Max stepped in and glanced briefly around the lavish space before taking the seat offered to him. He leaned back slightly and adjusted himself.

Sylvester sat opposite him...