A savage roar shattered the quiet night air. Bursting out from the private lounge doors was an impeccably tailored man in a bespoke Brioni suit, his face twisted into an ugly mask of pure fury. It was Tyler Hayes, a newly promoted regional vice president at one of Malachi’s primary tech subsidiaries.
Before Malachi could even turn around, Tyler lunged forward with explosive rage, grabbing Malachi roughly by the collar of his faded hoodie and violently shoving him forward, slamming his chest hard down onto the sleek, expensive hood of the supercar.
"Are you completely out of your mind?!" Tyler shrieked, pressing Malachi down with all his weight, spittle flying from his mouth. "This paint job costs more than your entire miserable family will earn in ten lifetimes! If there's a single scratch on my carbon fiber, I'll have you thrown into a concrete cell and sued into total financial ruin before you can even blink, you worthless bum!"
A burst of sharp, sarcastic laughter chimed from the passenger side of the supercar. The door swung open, and out stepped Sierra Brooks, draped in designer silk, wearing oversized diamond sunglasses and heavy evening makeup. Sierra had broken off her relationship with Malachi three years earlier, dumping him cold-heartedly the moment his early startup hit a rough patch, trading him in for Tyler’s corporate flash and superficial status.