The next executive meeting was more lowkey than the last. The location was in a yacht privately owned by one of the executives, Red. It was disguised as a yacht party that didn't stray too far from shore. As the newly appointed executives flooded in, they found Yolanda, Roy, Salvadore, and Kaitlyn engaged in a game of poker. The chips were stacked on the table and the aura all four emitted was dangerous enough to keep the others at a suitable distance.
"Your move, Yolanda"
"Don't speak to me, Salvadore"
Yolanda passed a card and the tension grew thicker. Suddenly, a shadow loomed over Salvadore.
Thwak!
Everyone there heard and saw what happened clearly. When a rage-filled Salvadore turned around to see just who had the guts to hit him, he immediately mellowed like a puppy, staring
