Drive

"The thing is, I don’t like that person whom Diana is hanging around," Max admitted with a deep breath, a hint of unease in his voice.

Francisco, sensing the weight of Max's unspoken concerns, studied his friend's face. However, Max seemed hesitant, unable to articulate the full truth. He pressed his lips together, avoiding eye contact by looking around the room, a clear sign of his nervousness.

Francisco, though slightly puzzled, maintained his composure. He offered a reassuring smile and placed a hand on Max's shoulder.

"Then force her to the mansion."

Max's gaze met Francisco's, but his response wasn't as immediate as expected. He exhaled slightly, a weariness apparent in his expression.

He could force her, indeed.

The authority to do so was well within his grasp. But at that moment, Max yearned for more than just control; he desired a respite, a break from the relentless responsibilities that had been pressing down on him.

He entertained the idea of taking a week off, a brief esc