The day crept by slowly for Alex and Kary, as they apprehended how they would deal with the diplomatic situation they were thrust into. Especially Alex, who knew this was partially his fault.
He felt guilty for not asking the man to leave as soon as their meeting was done. He could have taken a small backlash for their hospitality, over the shit-storm that was bound to come their way after beating the man into submission.
Kary could see this turmoil on Alex's face, and tried telling him a few times it wasn't his fault, that he couldn't have predicted this outcome. But somehow, he knew he was bad news when he saw the look Gerald had directed at the maid that served them tea.
Beating himself up mentally for his lack of decisiveness, Alex felt droopy all day. By the time dinner came around, he wasn't sure he wanted to log in at all.
But he also knew he had to face the music.
