Chapter 32

 

The large, imposing man was slumped over his desk, obviously drunk.

Several men and women ran around him, setting the room right.

A barely clothed lady lay on one of the large couches in the room, asleep after a night of activity.

"Shall we send that lady away?"

"And risk him throwing a bottle of alcohol at us once he wakes up?" One of the ladies setting a lamppost back aright asked, "I don't think so."

"His girlfriend is the only one he's tamed around to a degree," A heavily tattooed man said gruffly, picking up books off the floor.

"His wife though," one of the other men in the room said, anxiously, "What if she walked in here? That'll be terrible."

"She's used to it," the lady responded, "She's too scared of him anyway. The boss is scary when he's loose."

"This is what you call tame?" one of the other men in the room asked, clearly horrified, "He's pulled his entire study upside down and you guys call this tame?"