Maverick
Crown Resort Group
The CEO's office was still brightly lit despite the dark sky outside jeweled only with a waxing crescent moon with no visible sparkly stars. The air inside the large office space was neither too cold nor too hot, however, the atmosphere was quite tense as three men gathered at the fine leather sofa in the middle of the room with papers scattered on the coffee table.
Empty coffee mugs were set in front of them, waiting to be refilled with a fresh batch of dark liquid that neither of them thought to do as they were busy discussing their plans.
Damien had his elbows propped on his knees and his hands were steepled while his eyes stared at the only empty space the size of a quarter dollar on the table that's not covered with paper. He was expressionless but the dark pools of his eyes evidently showed his anxiety.