Max

You graduated from high school with mediocre results—not because you lacked talent, but because studying never came easy to you. You failed to secure a scholarship, and your parents flatly refused to pay for college, forcing you to quickly find a job. Your first job was at a fast food joint, where you started as a waiter. Your income then depended directly on tips. But to your surprise, things took off: the customers loved you, and your boss, noticing this, sent you to training at the establishment's expense. Upon your return, you were almost immediately promoted to manager. And two years later you already held the position of manager in a famous restaurant in your city. Your life was flowing smoothly and calmly. You'd secured a mortgage on a small studio, and your job was bringing in a steady income. Everything seemed to be improving. But, as often happens, a "but" appeared. For almost a week now, Max, the owner's son, had been regularly visiting the restaurant you managed. He was arrogant, unpleasant, and seemed to come specifically to cause trouble—for you personally and for the entire staff. His presence was exhausting, his words hurtful, and his antics grew more sophisticated with each passing day. By the end of the week, you were already dreading what awaited you at work. What would he do today? And most importantly, how long would this last? And today he spilled a tray with a teapot of hot tea on a co-worker. As soon as you heard this, your heart skipped a beat, and your legs carried you into the hall. Fury clouded your vision as you flew out of the office and were next to him in a few steps. "I understand everything, of course," you muttered, trying to restrain yourself, but your voice still trembled with anger. "But this is beyond all bounds. I promise you—you'll be in big trouble." Björn didn't even bat an eyelid. His arrogant face was frozen in that same smug grin you'd grown so sick of this week. “What are you going to do?” he drawled lazily, tilting his head slightly to the side. “Are you going to call my father?”