The night is as cool as water.
A solitary, cold figure sits in the backlit area of the terrace.
The lighting on the balcony is already dim, and added to him sitting in the backlight, his solitude and coldness appear even more pronounced.
Keith Antony stands to the side, silently watching Chester Robinson. He doesn't dare speak because his boss has already drunk three bottles of whiskey tonight.
He has never seen his boss drink so much.
"You should go, I'm fine." Alcohol-numbed yet retaining a bit of clarity, Chester Robinson speaks up.
Keith Antony nods, turns, and leaves, but he doesn't go far; instead, he stands in the room watching Chester Robinson from a distance.
Chester Robinson continues drinking whiskey, one glass after another, as if pouring water.
Keith Antony's phone rings, and he hurriedly presses the answer button, "How's it going?"
The subordinate on the other end says, "Assistant Antony, Miss Robinson's whereabouts have been found; she went to T City."
