He would never get bored playing chess with Alex Volkov. His reactions just gave him so much satisfaction.

That being said, he was again here in Valhalla club. His favorite place to be at. Why?

Well, he couldn't answer it himself as well. He was swirling the wine glass in his hand as he moved the chess pieces.

Waiters, waitresses everywhere in the room. Serving the richest people in the world in this room. Too many faces for him to remember.

Too many newcomers. None of them respected the waiters, waitresses ever. Why would they? They work under them.

So why? Why was this small girl, who he could crush with a flick of his finger, arguing face to face with another person to tell them to respect the waiters?