Chapter 47Frank came into the office on time every morning and functioned, somehow. He was grateful to Angela and Paul for their loyalty and for throwing him the lifeline that undeniably saved him from deep s**t. He knew he looked terrible, his face was puffy, his eyes were red and he felt awful too. His head was sore, he was nauseous and his hands shook alarmingly. In his career Frank had come into contact with many drunks, but he never dreamt he'd become one of them. He still didn't know how it happened. Frank always had a bottle of whisky in his desk drawer for medicinal purposes, but when did his 'medicine' become his water of life? He knew his only option was to tackle the problem cold turkey, but it was difficult especially given the strain he was under.
The amount of work that Fran
