Shadows

Liam's POV

The moment Thomas dropped me off at my mansion, I stormed up the driveway, ignoring Marcus's usual greeting from the security booth. The weight of humiliation pressed down on my shoulders as I punched the code to unlock the door. Immediately the front door threw open.

Inside, the vast emptiness of the house echoed my footsteps. I yanked at my tie, loosening the knot that suddenly felt like it was choking me. My fingers trembled with rage as I made my way directly to the bar in the living room, not bothering to turn on more than the ambient lights.

"Goddamn it!" I snarled, slamming my briefcase onto the marble countertop. 

I grabbed a crystal tumbler and the bottle of whiskey, pouring myself three fingers without hesitation. The amber liquid burned down my throat, but I welcomed the sensation. Anything to dull the edge of this day's disaster.