Another Clash!

Maxwell drove into his compound, his house was a fancy duplex, with white paint. He stepped out of his car, his mood was sore, he didn't even reply to the greetings of his security guards.

He opened the door, stepping into the sitting room, it was a vision of luxury, the kind that would only be found in a wealthy home, fresh flowers adorned at every corner. Hannah was comfortably seated on one of the couches, she crossed her legs, held a glass of wine and was watching a movie on the large television.

She immediately noticed Maxwell's presence, and his sore face, "you're back horny, how's work" she welcomed him, as she went to give him a warm hug, although he didn't hug her back, he only grunted.

"Work isn't fine at all Hannah” he breathed heavily. “Everything isn't okay!" he yelled, walking to take a seat on the couch.

"What do you mean?” She dropped her wine on the center table. “What happened?" She asked with concern.

"It's that stupid ex of yours"

"Marcus?" She was puzzled.

"Who