Aron continued glancing repeatedly into his rearview mirror as he drove, still unable to fully believe how drastically a simple haircut could change someone's appearance. Max's hair was now neatly styled, significantly shorter on the sides and layered stylishly on top, giving him a refined and sophisticated look. A few carefully applied products ensured it wasn't as straight and dull as before.
It was similar to his previous look but was more vibrant as his hair wasn't thinning nor was it greying like before. He was starting to see a lot more upsides to this body then downsides.
"Have you finished reviewing all the documents I gave you?" Aron asked, breaking the silence.
"Yes... I think so," Max replied, eyeing the thick stack of papers resting in his lap. The sheer volume of information was overwhelming. He wondered when Aron had found the time to compile such detailed profiles. Or like with everything else was it just something he carried around him everywhere he went.
He started to wonder what else he might be able to ask for and if Aron could produce it on the spot.
"Alright," Aron began calmly, "we have some time before arriving, so let's review. First, your two uncles."
Max flipped through the documents, refreshing his memory. Aron had given him extensive profiles of all the key family members he needed to watch carefully.
"Dave Stern," Max began, "the second eldest. He primarily manages a chain of all-you-can-eat buffets. Judging by his profile photo, he's definitely enjoying his own product too much." Max smirked briefly. "He also invests heavily in restaurant businesses. His wife is mostly behind the scenes, apparently quiet and reserved. It seems she's good at managing things quietly without attracting much attention."
Max continued with confidence. "Then there's Randy Stern. He handles multiple financial institutions, mostly providing capital for real estate developments. He has one son, another heir." Max paused, recognizing the name from his previous life, recalling past indirect encounters within the underground business world. Randy Stern was far from innocent—his hands were clearly dirty, deeply entangled in shady deals and questionable transactions that few knew about.
"His son, Donto, attends university and is the captain of the soccer team. Athletic, charismatic, and popular," Max summarized smoothly. "He appears like the kind of guy who effortlessly attracts attention and respect, possibly making him a significant figure among his peers."
Aron listened intently, visibly impressed by Max's quick absorption of the information. "Alright, continue with the rest."
"One of my aunts, Masha Stern," Max explained thoughtfully, "is quiet and reserved, wears glasses, has long hair, and heads the HR department at Stern headquarters. Clearly, she holds considerable trust and influence within the family." He glanced up at Aron, adding mischievously, "But her judgment in partners is questionable—she's been divorced three times. That might indicate some personal instability or poor judgment in relationships."
Aron sighed in mild exasperation. "Important details, please. No need for unnecessary commentary."
"You don't think someone being divorced three times is significant? I pity the woman you end up with," Max retorted playfully.
Aron rolled his eyes, sighing again. "Sometimes I worry the hospital discharged you prematurely."
Aron cleared his throat pointedly, guiding Max back to the subject. freewebnøvel.coɱ
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