The late-night breeze blew with ease. Mild thunderclaps could be heard. The rainy days are coming. Elijah and Finn were settled at a cafe downtown. Finn was sitting opposite Elijah, slowly sipping coffee from a mug.
Finn lowered the cup to his chest and caught Elijah staring at him like an owl. Elijah was stamping his left leg slightly. He was too pissed to place any order in the cafe.
"You are sure you don't want anything?"
"Not even the strongest gin can put me at ease." Elijah retorted with an arduous stare.
Finn sighed. "Don't you worry boss. I'll fix this mess." He pledged and dropped the saucer on the table.
Elijah reclined on his chair and glanced at the Rolex adorned on his left wrist. "I'm tired of damn excuses Finn. We need to find out how those batches of wood went missing
