Sometimes Tomas liked to tease the people he cared about. He loved using provocations to show them that he was right when they didn’t want to admit it. Not that he did this kind of thing often or crossed the line of good sense, but every now and then, he had a chance to have some fun while annoying someone with the truth.
But that morning, Tomas had no hand in the irritation emanating from Itzal as he sat in front of his office computer.
Tomas had gone to Itzal’s office to present the performance reports of the legitimate businesses he managed in the city. It was routine; as the CEO of the companies, he had the final say on everything that happened within the group, while he himself reported to Itzal and the rebel pack, who were the true owners of the businesses. The reporting was mont
