Nyla walked down the rest of the stairs slowly. Eric looked terrible. His eyes were bloodshot. His expensive suit was wrinkled like he had slept in it."You should not have come here drunk," Nyla said."I know. I am sorry. I just did not know what else to do." Eric ran his hands through his hair. "Everything is falling apart, Nyla. Everything."James crossed his arms. "That is not my daughter's problem anymore.""Please, just hear me out," Eric begged. "Just five minutes. That is all I am asking.""You have had too much to drink," James said coldly. "Security will call you a car. Go home and sober up.""No!" Eric's voice rose. "I need to talk to her now! Please!""Lower your voice," James said. "You are in my home."Eric looked at Nyla with desperate eyes. "Please. I am begging you. Just talk to me."Nyla studied him. He was pathetic. Broken. Exactly where she wanted him."Five minutes," she said.James turned to her sharply. "Nyla—""It is fine, Father. I will hear what he has to say
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