AUTHOR'S POV
Zalden was supposed to pick up a file at his office, but since he left early, Andrew had to pick it up for him. He arrived at Zalden's mansion shortly after and went straight to his study room.
“Here is the file,” he said, as he dropped the file on his desk.
Zalden looked up from the file in his hand, his eyes bloodshot red and Andrew immediately knew he had been drinking. “What the f**k, Zalden? Why are you drinking in broad daylight?”
His eyes settled on the glass cup on the desk and the bottle of wine next to it. He went to pick it before Zalden could pick it and he hissed.
“God forbid a man needs a distraction,” Zalden sucked his teeth.
“Are you listening to yourself? A distraction from what exactly? The same woman you offered a job in your space knowing how much h
