The night breeze swept across the empty parking lot as the car lights gradually faded, leaving only the sound of the wind in the stillness.
Ronan and the others kicked open the car doors, stumbling out with a strong smell of alcohol on their breath. Morray brought up the rear, his face stiff, as if he dared not even lift his eyes to look at Bruce.
He took a deep breath, gathered his courage, and spoke in a voice so low it was barely audible: "Bruce, boss... about tonight... I'm sorry."
Bruce slowly turned around and looked at him. There was no anger in his eyes, only an unsettling calmness. He nodded, his tone unruffled: “I don't like hearing apologies from the people around me, because that means I've placed my trust in someone who doesn't deserve it. But this time, it's not entirely y
