Mason Nightshade walked out of the private room, tiredly pinching the bridge of his nose. He had barely slept last night and used piles of work today to numb himself, trying not to think too much. Now, he felt like his headache was about to explode.
"Boss, are you okay?" Gustavo Yates saw Mason Nightshade come out and followed him out with concern.
Mason Nightshade looked back, "Everything okay inside?"
"They're drinking inside. The things that needed discussing are done. Boss, you've been busy all day and drank so much. Go back and rest," Gustavo Yates advised.
"I'm fine." Mason Nightshade leaned against the window, lowered his head to light a cigarette, took a deep drag, and exhaled a cloud of white smoke.
The headache eased considerably.
Gustavo Yates saw Mason Nightshade like this, wanted to say something, opened his mouth, but swallowed the words back.
From the conference hall next door came a burst of noise. People were constantly going in and out.
