Chapter 68

Drake's eyes were staring at the man who was his father, slumped over the desk, drunk and useless.

The tattooed man walked closer to his father, slowly and surely until he stood looming over him.

Amanda walked in again and promptly stood behind Drake Lieself, "W-Would you like to wait, sir? I will have the boss know you came. He will come to soon. He usually does within a few hours."

There was a strong silence in the room.

"Why does he wake up in a few hours?" Drake asked, "To get more booze? Is that why?"

Amanda did not respond.

"Tell me, Amanda," Drake turned to look at her, "What happens if my dad dies? Am I the new boss then?"

The silence in the room was deafening.

Not a single sound penetrated the air.

"Wh-," After too long, Amanda's voice was a rouch whisper, a small tremble at the very end of what she said, "What did you ask, Mr. Lieself?"