The Rejected Corps might have been furious behind closed doors, but when it came down to it, they were stuck.
They couldn't act.
Not really.
Because at the end of the day, they needed Max and Wolf.
Which meant, for now, Max got to sit back and reap the rewards of everything he'd set in motion.
On his walk to school that morning, Max's phone buzzed nonstop. Notification after notification lit up his screen, sales, transactions, digital receipts, it was endless. Business was booming. So much so that after a while, it got annoying.
Max sighed and shut the alerts off, his thumb hovering over the screen for a second before opening a chat.
[Warma, send me a summary at the end of each day from now on. I'll check profit and loss then.]
He needed a break from micromanaging every tiny sale. Besides, there were bigger moves on the board.
