Steven's POV
Samantha led me into her office and while we sat I couldn't take my mind off that man's words about me. He was hell-bent on making me pissed and he would have gotten a fist from me if he continued speaking to me in that manner.
"What are you doing?" She asked, acting very surprised as I reached for the bottle of whiskey in her office. I knew the bottle was meant for the visitors since they're not here I'd take one of the bottles.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" I responded with a question, opening the bottle as she sat on her chair. I knew she was trying to get into my godfather's life but I don't think it's working.
"You're having a drink during work hours. Your Godfather wouldn't approve of that when he sees you."
"I don't care what he thinks; this place
