LUCIEN
Bars weren't my thing, but right now, I needed this. I needed the burn in my throat every time I gulped down the whiskey. I loved the way it spread to my chest, burning, then settling in my stomach.
The burn never actually stops, it just builds into a bitterness that makes me crave for more.
I poured yet another shot of whiskey and downed it. I slammed the glass down, my gaze fixed on the table.
Eleanor hasn't even stepped back. And she dared to bring up a vote of confidence at the board meeting?
Hah!
Someone spell effrontery.
She had a lot of balls for that.
A hiss left my lips.
She was no longer a shareholder, yet she walked in like she owned it all.
I downed another shot of whiskey, but the drowsiness was yet to come.
For now, I would let her play her game for as
