The glaring morning sunlight piercing through the gaps in the heavy velvet curtains was like needles stabbing into his heavy eyelids, snapping the tall, dignified figure buried under a pile of thick blankets on the large bed back to the harsh reality of the world.
Alan moved his body with difficulty, the aching pain coursing through him as if he had been run over by a truck. His large hands rose to clutch his temples, which throbbed violently as if war drums were pounding inside his skull. The sharp smell of alcohol permeated his breath and clothes.
The state of the Emperor of the IT world, once arrogant and majestic, now resembled nothing more than a living wreck. His luxurious brand shirt was crumpled, and his once perfectly styled hair was now a mess.
His sharp eyes scanned the room
