“I don’t suppose you have any liquor hiding in here somewhere?” he asked, brows winged up with a sickening hope. Of course I did. After all, one didn’t take a job working for high class assholes without something to numb the misery of it all. I reached down into the bottom drawer of my desk and grabbed a bottle of bourbon, along with two glasses. “Brace yourself, Devryck.” Lippincott was the only one who didn’t bother to address me by doctor, or professor. I hadn’t decided whether it was a friendly gesture or meant to be condescending.
