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"who you calling a-" Alexis covers your mouth with your hand. "It's been a pleasure, sir." That's all she ever seems to think about. Corporate power. Opportunities for more prestige. Recognition. Hell, she called YOU an investment.
Max seems to be picking up on this too since she puts her half eaten steak down. "You do realize you don't just win life after you reach the top, yeah?" Max's grey-blue eyes are oddly more vibrant now, almost glowing even. "I can't say I know a lot about the world. Hell, why do you think I go with her? It's not just because she works with Benjamin but because I want to see the world as it actually exists. The people. The sights and sounds."
"I just want to actually understand what the world is like outside of this." She gestures towards the fancy restaurant your group is eating at. "I want to BE someone other than my name."
"Elizabeth, without our family name we wouldn't be anything." In an odd display of affection, Roland tries to reach his hand out to his daughter. "Do you want to be like them? Struggling every day just to survive?"
Max shakes her head, trying her best not to look at him. "At least that's better than being a coward living in a bubble. At least it's better than acting like you're better than everyone."
"Shit doesn't just change like that even if you get to the top of corporate power. They'll be another Alexis climbing to the top to overthrow you. Or someone from another alphabet company who tries putting a hole in your head. Don't you have anything else?"
Alexis stares at the bratty nepo baby with a snide smirk. "Oh, like you have room to talk. You were born into this and what, just because you're dating some lower class dude suddenly gives you the right to judge me like that? Right-"
Max slams her hands on the table, causing silverware to clatter to the ground. Rosaline and Roland flinch a bit while Robbert is watching the argument unfold with rapturous glee. "At least I pretend to care about anything other than myself. At least I don't constantly ramble about business investments and sucking corporate COCK because I have NOTHING ELSE to look forward to."
"At least I don't pity grimy sleezeballs who kidnap fucking teenagers, Max. What, was it because he was poor? Do you pity the poor, Max? Did you pity fu-"
Before the argument can go anywhere, Benjamin smashes his fist onto the table. For a split moment, you thought you saw sparks erupting from his hand. "Both of you. We're supposed to be enjoying dinner. Not spitting at each other because you remind yourselves of the other a bit too much. Please, stop with this highschool level catfight bullshit."
The whole table is silent after Benjamin's interruption. Alexis sinks back into her chair with a huff while Max's face is now neon red from sheer embarrassment. She offers a meek apology before going back to eating her steak.
"Christ." Robbert lets out a low whistle. "Those two are firecrackers, huh?"
"I guess she's not wrong." Alexis mutters.
