Chapter 43: Madison

Without saying a word, I stood up and made my way to the kitchen cabinet where the aspirins were kept. I threw two pills into my palm and turned to the shelves with the glasses. 

“We’ve already had calls from a few investors who want to back out,” Joe added. “No matter how good the wine is, they believe that people would stop buying it en masse on sheer principle. Because you’ve been portrayed as ‘immoral’ and ‘irresponsible’ through all this, being the man behind the wine label, sales are predicted to plummet significantly. And soon.” Joe then walked up to the couch and placed a hand on his friend’s shoulder, causing Noah to stop massaging the side of his head and look a little less like a cataclysmic event just waiting to happen. “I’ve managed to delay their withdrawal for now, with promises that the issue will be sorted out before it comes to that, but it will only keep them at bay for so long.”