Maximus sat in silence at the AXEL Group headquarters, the hum of the office steady around him, papers aligned, screens glowing. The air carried the faint scent of polished wood and fresh ink, a rhythm of order that matched his mind.
Beta Henry stood at his desk, tablet balanced neatly in his hand, an earpiece tucked against his ear. The old Beta’s presence carried familiarity, steady, loyal, seasoned by years at Maximus’ side. A faint murmur of voices came through, the bodyguards stationed with Samantha and Mimi, reporting in real time. Henry listened, then spoke with calm precision, dictating the update aloud: “Luna Samantha is at the Mall, Alpha. Inside Velour Café with Miss Mimi. The guards confirm they are seated, secure.”
Maximus nodded once, the image forming in his mind. Sama
