Jessop rarely drank, but when he did, he drank heavily. He was listening to his own voice, unrecognizable even to himself. He wobbled and staggered around his den talking to the objects surrounding him. “Youuu, yuuuur mine now. Yuuur mine, nooo one can shtake that now…not een youuu Nafan.”
He needed to sit. He went for the chair and missed falling on his butt on the floor laughing at himself. He’d dropped his bourbon on the way down and momentarily searched for it before giving up and falling on his back asleep in an alcoholically induced haze. If anyone was listening, they’d have heard muted snoring.
When he woke on the floor curled in a fetal position, he was momentarily at a loss. Then he remembered damning himself for his stupidity and loss of control. Nathan’s fault! It was all due to his disgustingly infernal meddling. Damn him! He raised on one arm, lifting his still heavy body from the floor to a knee then up. Heading through the door he set the lock and scuttled up to his bedroom to shower and change.
He’d have to wait for his head to clear before checking on his current plans. Damn Nathan to Hell! his mind screamed.
Nathan had been in meetings for the better part of four days and exhaustion wasn’t just nipping at his heals, it was threatening to swallow him whole. He decided he’s sleep for a few hours then call Emma. He felt chagrined at his neglectfulness but still, it couldn’t be helped. He’d make it up to her upon his return. He smiled at the thought as he allowed himself to drift off into sleep.
He’d been sleeping all of ten hours when his cell went off alerting him to possible problems and danger. Quickly rising he answered. “I’ll fly out immediately. Meet me at my cabin.”
His driver delivered him at the plane and within 40 minutes he was flying out.