The traffic was incessant.
In this world, the loss of any life is insignificant.
Songs and dances, sex and debauchery, everything continues as usual.
A nightclub.
Jake Baker emerged from a private room, reeking of alcohol. Socializing and drinking had become part of his daily life. Today, he had an unavoidable meeting with a financial magnate, which resulted in several drinks. His face was flush, and discomfort brewed in his gut, making his urge to vomit more intense.
He could no longer bear it.
He sought out a waiter and ordered a glass of warm water.
He lay down in the hall's lounge area, and a man brought him a glass of water: "Mr. Baker, here is your warm water."
Jake Baker frowned and sat up. Without a second thought, he downed the contents of the glass, which helped to alleviate the dry bitterness in his mouth. He checked the time - it was already 8:30.
He still had matters to attend to today.
His father had asked him to meet Ivy Miller.
