NARRATOR
Otis went into the bar, and scanning through the bar, he saw his boss leaning against the booth seat, arms crossed and head slightly bent. It looked as if he was meditating, but he knew better.
"Sir, can we go now?" he got closer to his boss and asked respectfully, his hands clasped behind him.
But he didn't hear any reply, even after repeating the question, so he tapped the man a little, gently.
Rock finally lifted his head and stared at his driver. Then, he looked around but found no sign of Katherine.
"Where is Ms. Whites?" he asked, as he grabbed his glass with one hand, the other holding the whiskey bottle as he poured himself a drink.
"Sir, she went home." Otis informed his boss, hoping that the man would stop drinking already. He had never seen his boss like this befo
