Atlanta, Peachtree Street, Cola Cult Headquarters.
As Martin had just walked through the door, he saw a dozen people standing in the foyer. Leading them was Elena, dressed in a red dress.
Beside her stood Robert, his slicked-back hair shining brightly.
Elena hurried over and embraced Martin tightly. "You finally decided to visit your headquarters."
Martin smiled and responded, "I come back every few months."
Elena knew it wasn't the time for lengthy conversations and stepped aside.
"Sect Hierarch," Robert said as he lumbered over with his large head.
Martin embraced him and said, "Thank you for every ritual. They always give me peace of mind."
Robert replied with a smile, "Peace of mind allows you to perform at your best."
Martin agreed, "Absolutely, mental and spiritual states are so important."
In fact, he always regarded Robert's Cola rituals as something akin to burning incense and offering pig heads in previous movie crews.
