"What in the world…?" Justin's face squeezed as he looked around the private lounge in the nightclub. There was only one person inside, yet the place looked like the aftermath of a party.
His eyes landed on the empty bottles on the table before eventually catching the man slumped in the corner. It was Derek.
"Shit," Justin breathed out, ruffling his hair. "Dude, what the hell?"
He walked up to Derek, studying his wasted cousin. Shaking his head with a heavy sigh, hands on his hips, he muttered:
"What now, Derek? I thought things were getting better for you. Why are we back here again?"
These past few days, everyone thought things were finally going back to normal—not just for the company, but for Derek too. He was doing better than before. He was handling a project from Celestine, slowly rebuilding himself and his position in the company.
Even Justin was amazed that Derek could actually pull off something so impressive. The board and shareholders were pleased with him.
