Darius felt it was necessary to draw a

clear line between his subordinates’ service to their superiors and the

latter’s friends.

…

He waited for Rudd to alight the car before

turning around and extending his arms wide. “Come along. Let’s give you a tour of

my private jet.”

Once Rudd set foot on the airport grounds,

he wondered if the plane they were boarding belonged to Darius' family. Now

that Darius had confirmed that suspicion, Rudd’s jaw fell agape as he muttered,

“D-Damn. It seems like you can afford plenty of luxuries now. Still, what

shocks me more is that you still see me as your friend. You came to save me

like you would’ve done back then.”

Seeing how touched his friend was, Darius

blinked several times before replying, “Duh. We’re best mates, after all.”

He had ascended the private jet’s steps by

the time he finished speaking. He looked at the door while motioning toward the

jet’s interior. “Hurry up. We’ve still got plenty of things to do.”

Rudd immediately clambered aboard