Alberto stood up from his chair and made for the fireplace, cigar in hand. He had been thinking for a while about how best he could solve the problem he had on his neck at the moment – he had lost both a dedicated squire and a dangerous model. He regretted chasing Smile away from GLAM. He had called him three times in the last thirty minutes but his line had just rang, he did not pick. Valdez, one of his men walked in and dropped a bottle of scotch beside him.
"Here's your bottle sir," he said as he dropped the bottle beside him. Alberto looked up at him, wondering when he had ordered for a bottle of scotch.
"Did I ask for a drink?" he frowned as he opened the bottle and took some gulps.
"No you didn't sir," Valdez smiled. "But you always need a bottle, especially now with all going on." Alberto stared at him for the better part of a minute before talking again.
