Maxim Sinclair found Summer Lowell in the gym of the villa, running and dripping with sweat.
He walked over, turned off the blaring music in the room, and approached Summer, reaching out to slow down the treadmill.
Summer slowed her pace, and Maxim handed her a water cup: "You've been here all morning, aren't you hungry? Let's go eat."
"Why are you still at home?" Summer finished the water and wiped the sweat off her neck with a towel, "I remember you got several calls this morning urging you to go to a meeting at the company."
"I postponed the meeting," Maxim showed a look of annoyance, "A few shareholders have been pestering me these days for their own interests, and I assume they'll pressure me in today's meeting too. I didn't want to deal with them, so I made an excuse about being on a business trip and stayed home to avoid them."
"You would actually avoid work?" Summer looked incredulous, "You really live a long life; you see everything."
