Dex makes a beeline to the cupboard behind the desk. He retrieves a crystal decanter of amber liquid and two matching glasses. Looking over his shoulder, he raises an eyebrow. “No protests? This is brandy.” “After today, I think I’ll try a stiff drink.” He sighs heavily as he fills both glasses, one more full than the other. After joining me on the small sofa, he hands me the smaller one. “Take a little swig and let it sit on your tongue for a moment. Once you swallow, immediately exhale.” I follow his instructions, taking a generous sip. As I breathe out, the bitter burn of the liquid seems
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