A Dead Letter

Chapter 4: If bitter coffee needs sugar, then bitter people needs what?

CHAPTER FOUR:
If bitter coffee needs a sugar, then bitter people needs what?

Welton Residence
Ivory Mansion
Harriden City

Warren was aware that he was bad at handling liquor in his body. But he had no idea what was going on with his head that he always tries to drown himself with alcohol. The hangover was like a torment, but the next night he will knock himself with alcohol again.

'Mr. Welton, this is getting out of hand. I know that it is hard to move on, but please, take a look at yourself.' Ms. Levinson said as she gestured her hands at Warren, who was sitting on his bedroom floor surrounded by bottles of whiskey. 'You are ruining your own self. This is not the Warren I know. If you need anything, I am here to talk.' She said with concern in her eyes.

'Ms. Levinson, just leave me alone. I know that you practically raised me. I owe you that. But this is my life. It's a mess. Can't you see?'

'Mr. Welton, if this goes on, I will call your mother's attention.' She said like a guidance counselor talking to a problematic child.

Warren grunted when her mom was mentioned. 'Just-,' Warren waves his hand at her, telling her to leave the room. '-do whatever you want.' He said as he headed to the bathroom.

Last night, Ed, his secretary, flooded Warren's inbox with messages. He even called Warren several times. The board was already requesting Warren's presence at a meeting. His absence had caused a great decline in the company's profits for that was all that mattered to them. Profit. Profit and more profits.

Warren opened his black Porsche and drove towards the Welton Incorporated Main Office. Passing by the tall buildings around the city, Warren stopped in a huge traffic jam.

'Now, would you look at that?' He muttered as he saw the long line of cars. He pressed the horns violently. 'Come on! Move!' He shouted inside his car.

He rested his head and doing so didn't make him relaxed a bit. He decided to watch people walking on the sidewalk from his car window. Right there he saw the newspaper girl on her bike hurrying to somewhere. The corners of his mouth rose as he thought of that day he met her and how stupid the girl was.

'Interesting. It's a small world after all.' He uttered to himself. 'She's hot, though. Now, what am I thinking?'

He jolted at the sound of horns coming from the back.

'Oh, Damn it.' He said as he looked at the rearview mirror.

He didn't waste more time and dashed his car to leave that street. He knows he had a lot of catching up to do in his office. He could imagine a huge pile of paper works on his desk. But Warren was very hardworking that he was confident to finish them within this week.

Welton Incorporated Main Office

Harriden City

Warren could sense some eyes ogling over him as he entered the entrance of the building. He could see fear and intimidation from them. In other words, respect.

'Good morning, Mister Welton.' says the security, standing at the glass door in the entrance.

Warren nodded and replied. 'Morning.' He replied in monotone.

He stood at the elevator waiting for it to open. In the corner of his eyes, he noticed some worker whispering behind me.

'Did you know...fiancé left...' one employee whispers to the other.