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