“Pour me another.”
Adrian’s voice was hoarse, his eyes bloodshot, his breath reeking of alcohol. He slumped deep into the black leather sofa of his office, shirt half unbuttoned, tie loosened, the half-empty bottle of whiskey sitting on the low table before him.
Markus stood by the door, his expression heavy with disappointment. “That’s enough, Adrian. You’ve had too much already.”
Adrian turned his hollow gaze toward him. “Do you think if I stop drinking, I’ll forget all of this? No, Markus. The company is falling apart, the investors are gone, and Rosemary…” his throat tightened, his voice breaking, “Rosemary slammed the door in my face. She would rather see me ruined than ever come back.”
Markus pulled a chair over and sat across from him. “Adrian, listen to me. You have to start ac
