"Breeze, we have arrived."
"Ugh… Already?"
Max groggily opened his eyes and looked at Michael, standing outside the car.
"What time is it?"
"It's 4:30. We are on the road for 3 hours."
"That long?" He asked, rubbing his eyes and stepping out of the car.
In front of him was the Biozone Hotel, a familiar structure where he stayed before. Before going in, he took his backpack from the car.
At that moment, Michael suddenly spoke again.
"This is where we separate, Breeze. I wish you good luck with the monthly segment streaming. The receptionist will guide you to your room. They have been briefed."
At the end of the day, Michael was just a temporary manager assigned to him to monitor and help with the activity of shooting the NoFeet ad. It was natural for the guy to return to his real duty after it was over.
"Thank you for everything, Michael." He said to the suited man, "Good luck with your job too."