(Three hours before)
Ford Seymour is sitting in his office, having a bad mood, he tried to enjoy his morning coffee, but it wasn’t fixing his entire mood.
“Why the long face?”
A voice of a man coming from the door, it was Dickie, smiling at his long-time friend.
“Oh, it’s you.”
Dickie chuckles and exposes a small bottle from his pocket.
“I brought Brandy.”
Ford smacks his hand. “Finally! Let me pour you some coffee, I really need it right now.”
While he is getting comfortable on the sofa, he is looking at Ford, being wary of his mood. Thinking, is it a good time to discuss what’s on his mind?
He needs to risk it, after the text messages from Diane, the urgency to discuss it with Ford, is palpable.
Ford puts two cups of coffee on the table, and while Dickie pours the brandy.
“So
