People knew his name, recognized his face. Everywhere he went, someone would try to get on his good side. Even Nova knew who he was, a literal part of the nobility.

Yet this moronic cat-man didn't recognize him at all, and he's been merely treating him like some random businessman.

He was about to erupt again, when he saw Kaama visually sink into his own seat, normally the taller one, suddenly he seemed so minuscule. With that all his rage somehow subsided and he simply started as the Starka gave him a miserable look.

"Well… erm, I could make it up for you in other ways, like, I know my way around all the good sightseeing spots and I—"

Stheno stopped him dead in his tracks.

"You… you can go home, this is fucking pointless."

They waited for a moment, then Kaama spoke again.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes I'm fucking sure, just go!"

Another halted moment.

"What are you waiting for? Get lost."

Kaama excused himself one more time and started heading out. He paused in the doorway one more time and glanced back at Stheno, who did not change his position and instead was sitting with his wine glass half empty.

What is this Starka doing? Trying to pull at my heartstrings? His face is pure misery right now.

Stheno's cold and frozen heartstrings did feel slightly pulled on.

Once Kaama had left, he waited for a few more minutes.

Then something overcame him, something about the situation he was in. Thoughts of William came back, thoughts of life before the company wholly overtook him. He didn't cry, obviously. Crying was a thing he stopped doing a long time ago. There was no place for it in the competitive world of CEOs, corporations, stocks, capitals and all that. Instead he turned to the bottle and took a long sip.

Then Stheno Madoka, the CEO of Stheno Corp, let all his pent up anger on the glass table in front of him, shattered it into pieces, alongside it, the glass and bottle broke and made a huge mess.

A piece of glass was stuck in his hand.

Let it bleed. I don't feel a thing. He kept telling himself in his mind. Just kept repeating it.

I don't feel a thing.

I don't feel a thing.

Not a single thing.

I don't feel…

I don't…


He haphazardly took out the glass shard and wrapped his hand in a towel, before promptly passing out on an extremely expensive leather couch.