Sawyer sat nursing a scotch on the balcony of his apartment on the outskirt of Bogotá. It’s been a long time since he has been here, but at the movement he wanted to be alone without being disturbed. And for that, this place was perfect.
It was past midnight; he knew it, but his eyes were deprived of any sleep. To be honest, it’s been over a week since he has last slept a complete good night's sleep. Reason being two, one personal and one professional.
His dad, Michel, was suffering from flu so he had to look after both their transportation company and Hue and along with that his own business that made customized perfumes needed him. He was having trouble dividing his time among all the three. It being closer to valentines didn’t help at all as it was the peak time of the year for his
