Chapter Thirty Seven

David's POV

It was a bad day for me. The multimillionaire contract that I'd been trying to secure for months just slipped through the tip of my fingers and although I'd fired everyone responsible for that misfortune, I didn't feel satisfied.

I never should have let them go, or at least I never should have let them walk back home on their two feet. I should have done something more 'David Marchetti' like to them. I should have made them pay for their foolishness.

'It's not too late, you could always find them if you want.' A voice at the back of my head said and I took a large swig from my whiskey bottle to shut out the voice.

Since I got back from work about an hour ago, I'd locked myself up in my room, chugging down alcohol because I was too mad at myself for letting those who brought me loss go scoff.

Why did I do that?

I'd asked myself that question over and over again and yet I couldn't come up with a logical answer.

I glanced at the clock on my wall to see that it was almost