"Maxen Victor Eton Sui!" Olivia seethed the moment her feet brushed against the soil, leaving a trail as they touched the earth in a perfect landing thanks to her husband's impeccable skills.

Hearing Olivia call out Maxen's name without pause made his heart ring in his ears in a painful and slow rhythm. 

He would rather jump a thousand feet from the plane again than hear his full name escape Olivia's lips. 

Scratching the skin above his eyebrows, Maxen knew he was in deep trouble. 

Should he say sorry as a response? But that would imply he was guilty. 

Should he ask what he did wrong? But that would irk Olivia more knowing he was clueless to his mistake.

He rummaged through his brain, thinking about which of all the tricks he pulled that made his wife call him by his full name.

Coiling his arms around her waist, Maxen opted to optimize what he knew best. He silenced Olivia with a kiss. "I'm a bad boy, Your Highness. I'll accept any punishment from you," he said.

Biting the inside of her cheeks to keep herself from smiling, Olivia hooked a finger in Maxen's harness. "Are you sure? Your punishment… is non-negotiable."

"Well, before anything is set in stone, you have to tell me what I did wrong so we can find out whether or not I'm guilty." 

Olivia squinted her eyes, unsure to take up Maxen's challenge. "Okay. You said we will jump in the count of three. But youuu… You jumped after two."

A question mark floated in Maxen's head. "Huh?"

"I'll explain to you what happened earlier, okay?" Olivia said. She freed herself from Maxen's embrace and held her stance, exuding confidence she held in the boardroom.

She then held her hand up, counting with her fingers as she spoke. "One, two, jump! That's what you did when it should be, one, two, three, jump!"

"Okay. But to be clear, I said, 'on three' meaning, we will jump on the third number." 

"You didn't say the third number. You only said two." Olivia seethed in her spot with her arms crossed over her c.h.e.s.t. 

She felt a vein pop when Maxen shook his head and worked his way to unbuckle her harness, moving on to his when she was free from the straps. 

Olivia felt like she needed to address their level of communication to prevent future blunders. 

Soon, people rushed to them, but Maxen held his palm up, halting the entourage from their steps.

Independently, Maxen gathered the parachute with his hands whilst Olivia stood in the same spot she landed, explaining the semantics of 'on three'.

Once he gathered their gears, he passed it to the waiting staff. Maxen then slapped his hands clean. "Okay. Let's find someone who would declare what 'on three' meant then," he finally spoke.

"I can get Jack and he'll be the one to decide which of us is right," Olivia said just as Maxen punctuated his sentence. Her arms uncrossed and victory banners reflected in her eyes.

Smirking at Maxen, Olivia turned on her heel and marched towards the hangar where they left Jack praying for Maxen and Olivia's safety so his life would be spared from the guillotine just in case an accident befell the husband and wife.

Reaching the hangar, Olivia called Jack's attention, singing out his name. "Jaaaaack!"

Clouds parted, giving way to the bright sun. It illuminated Jack's vision as he stood up from his kneeling position upon hearing Olivia's voice.

He tugged the lapels of his suit jacket. "Your Highness," he greeted, sending a curt nod to Olivia then to Maxen who was trailing behind her

Not a trace of distress which wore him down for almost an hour could be seen on his face. As soon as he recollected himself, he peered over Olivia's shoulders.

Three creases formed on Jack's forehead as he read into Maxen's miming. 

He wondered what Maxen was trying to convey to him with three fingers held high and mouthing… three? champ? Champagne?

Jack pivoted on his spot. Behind him was a trolley of refreshments he prepared for the entire team. 

Taking into consideration Maxen's request, he grabbed the ice cold champagne from the bucket and clipped three flutes between his fingers. 

Finding his master's gaze, Jack almost dropped the bottle when he was met with Maxen's bulged eyes and vein-embossed forehead whilst the latter crossed his arms in a giant 'X'.

"I'm not supposed to drink alcohol, Jack, but thanks for the gesture." Olivia smiled at him. However, it was a smile that told Jack that he made a mistake. 

Or he would make a mistake in the next three seconds of his life, and as punishment, Olivia would feed his balls to the dogs just like what he heard she did with two unnamed men.

"I have te-te-tea, Your Highness," Jack stuttered. The flutes in his hand made a clanging noise when he couldn't hide his terror.

Jack's eyes wandered back to Maxen but all he got was a nod of understanding over Jack's predicament, and an act of surrender on the prince's part too.

"Relaaax," Olivia jazzed, helping Jack by taking the champagne off of his hands. "Maxen and I were having a discussion and we needed your help to adjudicate over it."

Even though he was apprehensive, given that he didn't want to pick sides between Maxen and Olivia, Jack took on the challenge of his role and did his best to give a fair judgement.

Placing the three flutes back on the trolley, Jack stood ramrod straight, his hands on either of his sides. "It is an honor to be of service to you, Your Highness," Jack said, revealing a practiced smile at Olivia.

"Okay. So… when somebody says 'we jump on three', at which part are you supposed to jump? After the count of two? Or after the count of three?"

Time stood still and everyone in the hangar froze in their spots. Pairs of eyes darted to Jack as if he was under the spotlight.

"Well?" Olivia followed up when Jack took his time to respond.

"We jump…" Jack trailed off, searching Maxen for a lifeline. All Jack got was Maxen mouthing 'three'. "Of course, we jump after the count of two, Your Highness."

It was when Maxen bursted with mirth that Jack knew he was a deadman.