Chapter 92
- Marco
- I sat reclined on the leather chair, a glass of expensive whisky in my hands. There were a couple of papers strewn across my table, but I was so deep in my thoughts that I couldn’t make sense of the letters.
- It didn’t help that I was tipsy. Shit, I had been drunk for days; I had not dropped the bottle since the incident. It was how I stopped myself from going batshit crazy.