Worst Teammate Ever

"I doubt that," Isabella argued, pointing to her side of the table. "This part is solid and these guys are very rich, there is no way they would buy a table this expensive for it to be fake."

"I don't know, but I think Kieran's got a point", Dominic for the first time that night took Kieran's side. "I think anyone could have performed that feat. It doesn't mean that Greg has some kind of supernatural power.

"It just means that his side of the table was weaker than the rest of the table. That is all. I'm sure I can break this part of my table right now if I was given the chance to do so."

He slammed his hand against the table to break it but barely shook it. Trying again and again only embarrassed the bull even further as he settled back in his chair silently.

"Seems like my side of the table is stronger than I thought," he whispered with Alex chuckling.

"Look, even if you were to say he did not do it, how do you explain the door he shattered…"

"That's physics," Kieran jumped in, interrupting Alex. "It's very simple. The man simply banged the glass door so hard that it shattered under the force of its weight."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Alex frowned as they started to argue once again.

Isabella stood to her feet to touch the spot the heir had slammed his hand on and found that he had used his raw power to break the table. The table was hard and solid but somehow the man had done a feat which had her shivering where she stood.

This was her first time knowing that the man was not to be taken lightly but it was not going to stop her from being who she wanted to be. She would still stay in character and be herself. 

All of them were tough people and they were not going to bend because of a broken table or shattered door. They had seen worse in their various times and they were still going to give the heir a tough time.

***

Greg when he had walked out of the room wanted to get home but since he was not willing to go home just yet he decided to walk around and look at the rooms in this underground building.

Since it was his, there was no need to hold back in inspecting the rooms available.

He entered a room to marvel at the paintings on the wall and the pool table in the middle.

While looking at it, he suddenly got overwhelmed by the rage he had felt in the room with his team. He was not going to blame everyone but Kieran was the thorn in his flesh.

Why would the man be a nuisance to him?

He had been the nicest one while Carl was around and immediately the butler exited he had turned into a demon.

He had so many words to say to the man but he had gone out of the room before he would do something that he would regret.

He placed his hand on the table which had him remembering how he had slammed the table into two. That was something he didn't know he could do but he had done it anyway.

He took in deep breaths and walked out of the room to head for the next room.

Opening it, he found Carl sitting on a couch while drinking from a glass filled with red wine.

"I was thinking that you'd be halfway home by now," he smiled, shutting the door behind him as he walked into a luxurious room. 

"I was thinking the same thing as well," the butler sat up with a weary look on his face. He stood up to walk to the kitchen of the room which was heavily stocked with drinks. "What would you like to drink?"

"Tea would be fine," the heir said before fleshing into his seat.

He looked around the room to see that everything in the room was expensive. Even the rugs and the bulbs looked expensive. 

This was the kind of place he would see in the movies and wish to be in but having to actually be there and own the place was something he had not seen happening before. Not even in his dreams.

He looked around to take in the vivid picture before him with a gasp of how the rich lived.

Within the wealthy expanse of the expensive room, affluence reigned above anything else. The walls were adorned with colorful, textured wallpaper which elegantly complemented the ornate crown molding.

The large crystal chandelier which was shaped like a Greek god hung from the intricately detailed ceiling, casting a warm, inviting glow across the room.

By the corner stood a mahogany desk which had an array of books neatly stacked atop it with a leather notebook standing out with a golden pen in a pen holder. 

The windows were not left out of this wonderful frame as it had plush, velvet curtains framing the tall windows as it offered a fake view of a lush garden. 

Greg smiled at the make-believe windows which was nothing but a joke since the room they were in was underground.

The overall atmosphere exuded extravagance, making this expensive room a sanctuary of luxury and this was all his.

Carl soon joined him with a cup of tea which he dropped on the table in front of him to sit on the couch.

"So I'm guessing you're drinking wine because…" Greg noted.

"I was thirsty," the old man chuckled as the heir raised a brow.

"You could literally drink water. Or maybe make yourself tea or something else. The team made you drink didn't they?"

"They are impossible to deal with."

"I know," he laughed, finally getting someone who understood his point.

After that brief laughter, Greg's face went back to being sad and dejected.