Reginald, the owner of the Golden Brew Syndicate, leaned his rotund body back in his plush office chair, a self-satisfied smile spreading across his face as he gazed out the window at the bustling streets of the Eastern Region.
His mind wandered to the long string of zeros accumulating in his bank account, courtesy of his thriving knockoff operation. The Spiritual Beer company, owned by that young prodigy Kain, was raking in the money, and Reginald saw no reason why he shouldn't get a slice of the pie.
'They're making a fortune, and they should share some of it,' Reginald thought to himself, his eyes gleaming with envy. 'My Golden Brew Beer may not be a true spiritual beer, but it's just as good, if not better. The taste is spot on, and people can barely tell the difference.' He chuckled, feeling a sense of pride and justification. 'I'm not a scammer, I'm just a clever businessman. And who needs spiritual power in a beer, anyway? It's all about the taste and the brand.'
