Chapter 381: Fury and Panic
The conference room deep inside ChronosX headquarters felt suffocating.
It was the same table, the same chairs, the same walls where once they made the deals of the century, where they felt invincible and on top of the world despite being part of the ’commoners,’ the 85% of humanity who never awakened.
They always told themselves that the awakened were the new soldiers, part of the warrior class. They, part of the ruler class, were superior.
But just one group of awakened full of lively youths were enough to bring such a view into question.
The atmosphere was nothing like what it was back when Maximilian and his four cronies reveled in their triumph over Kaiden’s group. Back then, the air had been thick with perfume, cigars, champagne, laughter, and moans, each man and woman accompanied by their own favorite plaything.
But tonight, none of that could be seen. No slaves, no celebrations, no debauchery. Only cold silence. The three men and a single woman sat stiff and sour-faced:
Elise Dupré, Anton Krieger, Harold Veyne, and Lionel Hawke.
The stench of fear had replaced perfume as they listened to their boss scream like a wild boar.
"No, you listen to me, you spineless bastard!" Maximilian roared into his phone. Spittle flew as his face twisted in fury. "I bought your career! I paid for your campaigns, your ads, and your entire rise to power was funded by my dollars! You don’t get to just walk away when things get tough!"
On the other end, the politician’s voice was cool. "And yet, here we are. I refuse to sink with you, Maximilian. You’ve become too toxic. Associating with you any further would mean career suicide."