Chapter 39

It was exactly 7pm and Gideon Romero held the glass of whisky firmly against his palms. If only he could have held unto his family as firm as this, then maybe they would still be together. Ryan wouldn’t be dead, Emma wouldn’t have left and Gideon wouldn’t look like shit. He honestly didn’t care how he looked at this point. All he cared about was how many bottles of whisky he could drink to forget. He was on his second bottle and it was working hours. It’s a good thing he owned the company. He had specifically told Judy not to allow any visitors into his office, absolutely no one. He wanted to drink till he passed out. He was about pouring more whisky into his already empty glass when the door to his office opened.

“I thought I told Judy no one was allowed innnnnn,” Gideon slurred, his eyes fixed on the glass cup.

“I’m not classified as anyone man, I’m your best friendddd,” Roderick said mimicking Gideon. 

He was here for a reason. He had to get his best friend