TheWanderer
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Aug 12, 2011
Richard leaned back in his office chair, feet propped up on the corner of his desk. His tie was loose and askew, the top few buttons of his shirt unbuttoned. A bottle of champagne sat on his desk and he held a glass of it in his hand. He was drinking alone, again, this time toasting a multi-million dollar deal he had just completed. It made him that much richer but not that his wife cared. She was 'having a girls night' instead of celebrating with him.
So, Richard sat alone in his office, toasting his own success with a bottle of champagne, no one any the wiser as he slowly began to get drunk.
So, Richard sat alone in his office, toasting his own success with a bottle of champagne, no one any the wiser as he slowly began to get drunk.