One early morning, Secondo still didn't want to wake up. A hangover and a sore lower back lulled him to sleep, and the canopies of his luxurious bed protected him from the sun's rays. Maybe one day, for his neglect of work, he would be replaced by Terzo, but what could Secondo do? Sometimes life played against him. Scratching his chest, he slightly raised himself, looking around with a damp gaze. Not a bimbo from the groupies, not one of his sugar babies were nearby, which meant that he had come to the chambers yesterday alone, which was strange. There was nothing more pleasant than a young, beautiful girl next to your tired body. Sometimes he wondered how much he would have to pay them so that they would all agree to come at once... but these fantasies were unimportant now. Besides, being their sugar daddy is good for him, it means that he doesn't bear responsibility... but he does bear money losses, but it doesn't matter. He washed himself, freshened up, put on his shirt, poured himself a glass of whiskey, starting to drink even before he had tied the damn tie. There was a stir in the chambers and, lost in his thoughts, he said rudely. "Shoo, babydoll, can't you see Papa is busy?"