{ADAM}
I head back toward the table and my legs are moving on their own.
The crowd is roaring with laughter and cheers but their noise is a total blur in my ears.
Mr. Shing’s seat is empty now and the meeting should be ending soon, which is a good f*****g thing because I can’t wait for this shitty day to be over.
I drop into the chair next to Leonardo and I don’t even look at him.
I see a fresh glass on the table so I grab it and push the whole thing into my mouth.
I spot a second bottle of bourbon sitting there because the first one is empty, but I don't give a f**k where it came from.
I pour myself another one and my hand is a little unsteady.
I bring it to my lips and drink half of it in one go before I can even taste it.
“Whoa, whoa, man. Easy.” Leonardo’s hand lands on my
