Chapter 31.

Easton dragged on his tie as he climbed out of his white Lamborghini. His head felt heavy and his body was weak. A bottle of whiskey was in his hand. He took one last gulp before tossing the bottle to the ground. It rolled under the car and shattered. He didn’t care.

It was late in the evening when he got back from the bar he lounged in after clocking out of work. His mood has been totally out of fix since he got the news of his demotion.

He looked at the car and scoffed.

“If I’m demoted, they’ll take this too,” he muttered to himself. “They’ll take everything.”

He stumbled toward his front door. His steps were lazy and tired. His mind was racing. His hands were shaking. The words from Justin’s mouth were still fresh in his ears. A demotion? After all he had done?

He pushed the door open and walked into his house. The silence inside only made him feel worse.

Since Clarissa moved out,there was a particular feeling the house had worn—a very disturbing one and the warmth has sort of det