Isaac's birthday weekend (6)

In the study...

As soon as Liz closed the door behind them, Max punched the air and exhaled loudly.

"Ah, how lucky that wimp is because this is your father's party." Max voiced his grief.

If this is not a Liz-related party, Max would rearrange Patrick's facial features with his fists, or drag him outside and then serve him a generous knuckle-sandwich.

Liz smirked. "Is he lucky?"

"Of course, not. But he avoided physical beating. For now." Max said and got his phone. "What is the name of his company?" Patrick said it, but Max was so enraged that he forgot, and Max has no idea how he managed to control himself from hitting that smug face (aka Patrick).

"E-Sand." Liz responded.