Remy made his way to his desk and dropped into the chair. Reaching into the bottom drawer, he pulled out the bottle of bourbon and removed the cork. He reached for a glass, but hesitated. This was going to take morre than the glass, he decided.

Leaning back, he put the bottle to his mouth and took a long draught. The liquor burned on its’ way down his throat, but it was good burn. The kind to take the edge off. . .

He replaced the cork, set the bottle on the desk, leaned back and closed his eyes. . .

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