Heart Of Stone: A Gamma's Lament Prologue

Sage: Four Years Ago

Another fucking meeting that could have been a conference call.

I know Creed told me to take care of business like this, but this is fucking ridiculous. I must look like I enjoy being in meetings day in and day out; either that or I’m wearing a goddamn clown suit I’m not aware of. At least this time the meeting was right in the middle of New York, but it still wasted my time.

Now I’m seated in an upmarket bar where only the wealthy converge, sipping on expensive alcohol to keep up appearances.

Drawing the glass of whiskey to my lips, I empty the contents and gesture to the bartender for a refill. The sting of the alcohol leaves a trail of fire down my throat, but I don’t even blink at the feeling.

As pissed off as I try to feel at Creed for the unimportant meeting, it’s a futile attempt at me holding onto the person I was a few years ago. The son who doted on his family, the big brother who loved spending time with his little sister in between training and s