Chapter 26 The Saboteur

• Destiny settled into the lounge's leather chair with his whiskey in hand, and his cigarette dangling in the other hand. There is this lingering aroma of women's perfume and tobacco in the air.
• Around him is the low hum of conversation of the other occupants of the lounge who were also there to patronize the hotel. And their occasional burst of laughter created a backdrop of noise that Destiny barely registered. His mind was elsewhere, lost in thoughts and a haze of alcohol and resentment.
• Destiny Miller had always felt like the whole world owed him something. He was the eldest son of the Millers, after all. But, life always had this way of dealing him the worst hands.