Alone inside the huge and increasingly lonely house, the businessman Maximilian Philips, lying on the floor with a bottle of whiskey beside him, looks up at the ceiling.
The chandelier is radiant, imposing, and in itself already demonstrates a luxury that the man had once made a point of boasting.
But now, what was it but a handful of cut glass with light bulbs inside?
Max takes another sip of whiskey.
The new maid, Lanis, knocks twice on the door before entering;
"Mr. Philips, you have a visitor.
"Send them away," he retorts. His voice is pasty from excessive alcohol consumption.
"But, Mister Phillips, it's a-"
"I've already sent away!"
"Yes, sir."
Of course, after the divorce, women in love with him, who had always desired him and sighed when he passed through the halls, would
