Strangely, there were two glass cups on the table, apart from the one he was holding, making it 3 glass cups.
I assume one of the glass cups is for me, but who owns the other cup?? Maybe it's a mistake cause I ain't seeing anyone else in the room.
“ You are late. "
He said as he finished sipping down from the glass cup.
“ Yeah, I have explained it to you men already, I was stuck in traffic "
I repeated the lie I had said earlier on.
A soft smile formed on his face then he took a bottle of whiskey from the table and half filled a glass cup.
” Here, take. " He said, offering me a drink.
I walked to meet him, taking the glass from his hand. I took a little sip.
“ Hope everything is already put in place to abduct that cripple? " I asked, still in my standing position.
“ Of course, by the end of this week she will be kneeling down at your feet. " He said and that put a smile on my face.
” Good, just perfect. "