Maxson stood in front of the full-length mirror in his old room. His unbuttoned shirt revealed his impeccably maintained physique, his skin stretched taut over the bulging chest muscles, leading to a prominent six-pack with deeply etched ridges that run the length of his torso. He covered his body with a crisp white shirt and put on the expensive blue suit, completing the look. The image staring back at him was that of a man tested, yet unbroken.
His piercing brown eyes showed no hint of weakness, instead radiating a determination so raw that it chilled the room. Ready to face the world with his ruthlessness, he stalked out of the room with purpose. Ben was already waiting outside the room.
"Boss," he greeted as Maxson exited his room, a well-prepared dossier clutched in his hands.
"Ben
