Roman decided to call it a night, his mind and body exhausted from the tumultuous events of the day. He carefully placed the Glenlivet 12-year-old back on the cabinet, the amber liquid glowing softly in the dim light of the office.
The whisky had been a trusted companion, a source of comfort in the midst of chaos, but Roman knew he needed to pace himself. Tomorrow would bring its own set of challenges, and he needed to be sharp.
As he left the office, Roman's footsteps echoed through the silence, a reminder that he was alone in this vast, luxurious space. He passed by the fridge, the hum of its motor a gentle accompaniment to his thoughts.
He opened the door, the cool air enveloping him as he reached for a bottle of water. The chilled glass felt refreshing in his hand, a small comfort in the midst of his turmoil.
