“The just-rolled-out-of-bed vibe is about as far from the corporate rat race I have lived and breathed in the city center for the last few years. The contrast is put into stark relief when Max’s driver pulls over to the side of the road and Max steps out of the vehicle. Resplendent in a chic Armani suit, he is immediately verbally assaulted by a motley group of panhandlers congregated around the steps of one of the crumbling Victorian buildings across the road. Of course, all it takes is one... look from über alpha Max to send them scurrying down the street. Makayla sighs as she reaches for the door handle. “He’s always doing that. Sometimes he doesn’t realize just how intimidating a look can be.” I glance through the window at Max, now leaning against the vehicle, his arms folded across his massive chest. “Oh, I think he knows. And he enjoys it. Maybe a little too much.” Max’s driver opens the passenger door and Makayla and I step out onto the sidewalk.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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