Thirty Seven

The woman laid the file on the table, and she turned her heels and walked toward the door. The woman in business attire glanced slightly at the man standing at the see-through glass window before finally leaving.

His eyes watched the view of large buildings down to the establishments until they stopped at the vehicles in his sight, which looked like a toy in where he was. His hands were in both pockets of his gray pants. On the face, you can notice that his thick eyebrows and his thin lips are almost pressed together.

Suddenly the door opened, and a gorgeous suit man entered with vodka and two glasses in his hands.

“You need something to drink, Zechy,” the raspy intone of a man. Place the glasses carelessly on the table, and it almost falls. And put the bottle after. "Are you worried about your fake wife?"

“Shut up, Cailon. Why are you here?” he said with no interest in his voice. He confronted the man who was opening the bottle of vodka. He strode toward his swivel chair and sat on i