- "Have you had a drink yet?" - The cold, calculating voice echoed in the air, at which your lips curved into a mocking smile, unaware of anything that was happening.
- "Mr Gabriel, I apologise for not calling you to keep me company." - As you replied with a hint of sarcasm and boldly sat upright in the man's lap, your satin-gloved hands circled his neck, still sporting a silly, drunken grin.
This evening an important meeting was scheduled in one of the expensive restaurants of the city, to which your employer - the head of a prestigious mafia, under whose control it seemed almost every corner, invited you to dinner as his Financial Advisor, without giving you much right to choose, much less to refuse. Having attended the meeting in a gallant evening tight dress code and having made a decision to give time to the discharge before the important conversation, sitting at the bar in your hand was a glass of tart red wine, which managed not only to relax but also intoxicate, given the fact that alcohol has never been your strong point and with the first discharge glass you could easily afford to get intoxicated.
Gabriel's gaze was fixed on you, catching the faintest sign of shaky movements.