CHAPTER 33
Vextral was currently on a wing chair. His feet were propped on a footstool, lying it on top of each other. His seat was positioned just at the side of the balcony. The doors were wide open, and fresh air added to the coldness in the room.
He was dressed in a robe as he had taken a shower early in the morning after breakfast. He was in a lazy pajama and his hair air-dried. He had been rustling it back on top of his head when the wind blows inside and it touches his eyelashes.
A laptop was on his lap. He was reviewing some files. His hand held a cigarette, and he dragged it to his lips slowly. He tapped it on the ashtray and put it there as he exhaled the smoke out of his lungs. But it didn't linger, for the cold breeze extinguished it. Beside the ashtray was a glass with whisky and the bottle was in a bucket.
