Rather than heading to his quarters to get some much-needed sleep, Max sat in the high-backed leather chair of the boardroom, evaluating everything that had taken place today. The city lights flickered outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, but his mind was focused on the internal ledger of risks and rewards. He was carefully considering the risks he had taken into account, as well as the ones he had completely overlooked.
Today had been an incredibly close call. Although everything had worked out in their favor, the margin for error had been razor-thin. There was a very real possibility that Darno could have been killed, or that the mercenary team wouldn't have reached the ship in time. The issue was that if Max wanted to continue expanding at this breakneck pace, there would be many more close calls in the future.
