"Booossss…. wow! I… I... she is down there." Dye-ard hiccuped pointing at the wall drunkenly. It's over ten minutes and the alcohol have started a massive turmoil in his mental state. How unfortunate it is that Dye-ard drank a thirty-five thousand dollar vodka Sinclair specifically purchased for a meeting with his client arriving in a few weeks' time. A one-time plan got ruined by a certain stupid bodyguard.
"Is she still in the room?" Sinclair forced out while trying to maintain his cool.
"Mmmmmh." Dye-ard hums miserably.
"Has she taken anything, food, water, or even snacks?" Sinclair asked once more before he decides how to end his life.
"I don't know boss?" Dye-ard smiled foolishly.
Sinclair boiled furiously on the inside but reminds himself to be calm and think before acting.
