Viktor sat across the bar counter, his gaze empty as he sipped the mug in his hand once in a while. Not long after, a red-haired woman approached him with a curious look on her face.
"What are you drinking there, boss?" Viez asked.
"Tea."
Viez sniffed the air. A relatively strong smell was there.
"Tea," she repeated with her brows furrowed.
"Teaquila, it's pretty heavy this morning."
Viez's brows rose. No wonder she smelled alcohol.
Afterward, Viktor subtly pointed in a direction with his chin.
Viez turned toward where Viktor was hinting at. Two women could be seen having breakfast while conversing in the lounge on the other side of the room, and on the table were two plates with two sunny-side up eggs and grilled bacon.
They looked normal from the outside, but upon closer inspection, there was tension between the two women.
The two women were Jessie and a guest from the Vatican, Elena.
