The words that Oliver spoke made my body freeze and coldness washed over it. I had hated the old man but to hear that he died made my heart gnaw in pain. Everything was a blur from then on. Hours later I stood by the crematorium as the Old man's body was cremated as per his wishes.
It was late at night when we went back to Radisson Blu and I sat down on the balcony sipping whiskey and letting the cold air wash over my face. I drank until I could not drink anymore and gagged and felt my body slipping into unconsciousness.
When I came to it, I groaned at the pain from the headache that pushed through my head. My eyes snapped open and the first view that came to my eyes was the cabin in the private jet.
" Sleepy beauty is awake '' I heard Graham speak up and Jerusha chuckled.
" I have never seen him drunk, " Oliver complained.
" I am lucky to see him drunk, " Aspen teased.
