He didn't mind Nate Jennings's background. After all, she was a sweet girl from a modest family. And most importantly, his wife, Joan Shaw, had hit it off with Nate Jennings right away.
Perhaps Nate Jennings possessed a quality that was rare in most people?
"President Xavier wants to come in for a bit? Sure, you're very welcome, HIC." She let out a drunken hiccup, her eyes already hazy and unfocused.
They say drinking to drown your sorrows only makes them worse. She might have seemed completely wasted, but who could know just how much pain she was in?
Miles Xavier walked in and quickly scanned the room. The apartment was tidy and clean. Except for a spilled bottle of alcohol by the window that had soiled the floor, the place was practically spotless.
Looking back at Nate Jennings, he saw she had already thrown herself onto the sofa.
