There was Mads, sitting on the couch drinking white wine, his feet on the coffee table in the living room, thinking about a complicated debt.

He was a supposed businessman, although it was an open secret that he actually had a kind of drug mafia behind him.

Living with a bimbo blonde wife, it was easy for him to focus on his business.

"Bye, dear." He murmured disinterested, still looking at the coffee table when she kissed him on the cheek before leaving the mansion.