Silence filled the room. Leonel slumped on the couch, surveying the wreckage.

Everyones wives had called-except for his. He had free rein.

He wiped his brow.

The club manager approached, offering, Mr. Douglas, do you need anything? It took a moment for Leonel to catch on.

The manager was suggesting an escort.

Leonel shielded his eyes with a chuckle. Nah, skip the girl part. Just bring me two finer bottles of red.

The manager nodded.

shift you to a cleaner room. This ones a

relocated to a neater spot, nursing his drink

He was drinking alone.

glance at his phone,

didnt bother, he figured he might just crash here. Clearly, she wasnt

bad mood was a

downing both bottles, Leonel was already tipsy, slouching on the couch,

walked a

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