Max was trying to finish up the plate of food that Rimi and made and there was still about a fourth of the plate left.  Max felt a little bad for not cleaning his plate but he was full.  “Sorry I could not finish the plate.”  Max shrugged a little, “Too many years barely eating anything.”  Max never could understand why he was built the way he was even though he didn’t eat much by all accounts he should be as skinny as a corn stalk to be honest.  “It was really delicious though.”<br/><br/>Max understood all too well about wanting to make your own way because Max was the same way.  He worked hard to get where he was, of course in the beginning it took some money that he stole, but the rest he worked for.  “Well that is very commendable, but trust me working for me, you would be doing it your way.”<br/><br/>Max watched Rimi finish off his plate and noticed a couple of tears and wondered why he would be crying over food, but Max was not going to ask anything about them because it really was not my business.  “The work I have to do today is just a bunch of paperwork, but you are more than welcome to come with me if you want.”  Max offered with a shrug.<br/><br/>Max got up off the chair and went and got rid of the rest of the food on his plate and rinsed off the plate and placed the plate next to the sink. The finished off the coffee, and the little bit of juice he had left.  “I will be ready in 10 minutes if you want to go.”  Max said as he left the room to talk to Randy and grab his briefcase.