It was a new day for many others. A new week, the official first of the new month.
Everyone was starting the month with plans and objectives to reach. Many entered the office with smiles on their faces, many had the normal facial expressions as they did on usual days.
And many... weren't at all in any sort of a joyful or hopeful mood.
One of these many was the son of the richest man in Calivernia, Tyler Mooney.
That morning, the young man sat rigidly in the sleek, modern chair of his executive office, high above the bustling heart of Moon Enterprises's headquarters in Los Alverez.
The sunlight filtered through the half-drawn blinds, casting long stripes across his clenched fists and the reflection of his own furious face in the glass table.
Throughout Saturday and Sunday, Tyler had been completely unproductive.
Not just in office standards but in his own standards too. No alcohol, no women, no extravagant spending of money and resources.
