SLAM!
Asher brought down the bundle of papers on his table before he massaged his bloodshot eyes. Any more than this and the blood vessels in his eyes would really burst, and he would literally be seeing blood.
His fingers unconsciously reached for his cigarette case only to find that he already finished a whole case of his custom made cigars!
His throat itched while his tongue smacked against his lips, asking for that addicting taste, not letting him off.
Each custom made cigar was carefully calculated for him. Being careful not to affect his health while he indulged in the taste and the feeling it gave him as the smoke caressed his lungs.
He must have been extremely agitated and stress that he didn't notice he finished his whole case, and the next batch would be delivered not until next week!
Though he would go back to BlackPine later tonight, his compulsion, however, wouldn't wait for another second.
