The start of University life had been significantly busier than Max had anticipated, though not for reasons that particularly interested him. The initial haze of orientation, administrative paperwork, and social pressure was a far cry from the life of a syndicate head. He had made a conscious effort to avoid almost all of the meetups and mixers organized by Jono, with the exception of that first mandatory session.
Consequently, he hadn't really made any friends. This didn't bother him in the slightest, as forming emotional bonds with eighteen-year-olds was never his objective. He didn't feel the need to get close to anyone in the business department; his focus was laser-narrowed on two specific goals: infiltrating Donto Stern's social circle and mastering the basics of the Wushu martial arts club.
