Abused And Broken

Chapter Twenty-four Addicted to Gambling

Augustus slammed his hand on the table in frustration. "Damn it!" he exclaimed, causing some of the other players to flinch.

"Looks like luck's not on your side tonight, Augustus," one of the other players remarked with a smirk.

Augustus shot him a deadly glare. "Shut up. This is nothing. I can still win it all back," he slurred, reaching for another glass of whiskey.

"You sure about that? You've already lost a fortune, and it's not even midnight yet," another player chimed in.

Augustus scoffed. "Money is nothing to me. I have plenty to spare. Besides, it's just a matter of time before I turn my luck around."

But the more he played, the more he lost. And the more he drank, the more reckless and irrational he became.

"Another round of whiskey for my friends and me!" He yelled at the bartender, throwing a wad of cash on the counter.

The other players exchanged worried looks, but no one dared to speak up. They knew better than to cross Augustus when he's in this kind of mood.

As the night dragged on, Augustus became increasingly belligerent and careless. He was barely coherent, slurring his words and stumbling around.

Finally, one of the players had enough. "I think it's time for us to call it a night. You're too drunk to keep playing," he said, gathering his chips and cashing out.

Augustus glared at him, but the other players quickly followed suit, packing up their chips and leaving the bar.

Left alone at the table, Augustus slumped over, burying his face in his hands. He knew he had a lot of work to do about his company, but he was in no mood do it now.

Augustus knew deep down that he was the one to blame for his losses. He was addicted to the thrill of gambling, but he couldn't accept defeat.

As he sat there, surrounded by the ruins of his own rage, he thought of the one person he could blame for everything that had gone wrong in his life: Samantha.

"This is all your fault, Samantha!" he screamed at the top of his lungs.

"If you hadn't come into my life, I wouldn't be in this mess! Where the hell are you?" Augustus felt a surge of anger and frustration coursing through him. He had lost everything, and it was all because of her.

Suddenly, his phone rang. He looked at the caller ID and saw that it was his assistant, John. Sighing, he picked up the phone.

"What is it, John?" Augustus asked impatiently.

"Sir, we have a problem. Your gambling is affecting the company," John replied, his voice filled with concern.

Augustus rolled his eyes. "I'm well aware of that, John. What's the problem now?"

"We're losing investors, sir. They're pulling out of their contracts because they don't trust that the company is being run responsibly. We're in a mess," John explained.

Augustus gritted his teeth, angry at himself for letting his addiction to gambling affect the company he had built. "How bad is it?"

"It's bad, sir. We're going to need to come up with a plan to restore their trust and make sure this doesn't happen again," John said firmly.

Augustus let out a frustrated sigh. "Fine. I'll take care of it. Just give me some time to figure it out."

"Sir, you need to come back to the office. We need to work on this together," John urged.

"I'm busy right now, John. I'll come back as soon as I can," Augustus replied before hanging up the phone.