THE tall man stared into the darkened sky of the city. In his hand was a neat glass of whisky. Below the skyline was the ongoing traffic of cars coming and going out of the city. Adding to the stream of traffic was the pouring rain.
He poured another half-full glass of the aged alcoholic drink.
A while ago, he turned the television off when the ten o’clock news started.
It has been a week yet the media has not stopped pestering his hotels. Not a single day that his hotel was not mentioned. The damn reporters were camping outside his establishments. It has been hindering the daily commerce.
Only a few patrons have been coming in. It is the weekend. Often, the rooms were fully booked at this time of the week but the manager reported that they did not even reach half of the hotel’s cap
