Coleen was biting hard on her fingernails as she watched Damon get wasted with the bottles of brandy and tequila that he brought earlier. Hindi pa man din ito nakaka-get over sa hangover nito noong nakaraang gabi ay heto na naman ito at naglalasing. Nakatambak na ang mga bote sa dirty kitchen at mukha ring walang balak ito na tumigil. Vladymir Krasny even kicked him out of Red Angel to stop him from drinking but it did not hold him back. Kung pupuwede nga lang itong uminom ng isang truck ng alak ay baka ginawa na nito.
“When are we going to tell him the plan?” pukaw ni Pierre sa atensyon niya. “Bukas na ang kasal.”
Coleen only sighed. “I don’t think he’ll listen in that state. Kailangan na nating ituloy ang plano kahit hindi niya alam. He’s going to be surprised tomorrow.”
Pierre tapped
