_Author’s POV_
Calden had cancelled his dinner plans with Arlan and was in no mood to discuss business. Instead, he sought solace in a bar, drowning his frustrations in glass after glass of alcohol.
Each sip of the strong liquor burned Calden’s throat like a sharp knife, tinting his eyes with a reddish hue.
Nicholas, witnessing Calden’s reckless behaviour, couldn’t help but express concern.
“What’s going on with you? Every time you call me up for a drink, it never ends well.”
Calden gripped his glass, his knuckles turning white.
“Hey, take it easy, man. You know your stomach can’t handle this,” Nicholas said, his loyalty to his friend evident.
Calden’s brows furrowed as he contemplated the question.
Nicholas waved off the glass of cocktail offered by another guy s
