THE NEXT DAY, Dylan woke up with a hangover. His head throbbed in pain when he tried to get up. He cursed under his breath and pushed himself towards the bathroom. He took a cold shower to cool himself.

After a few minutes inside the bathroom, he went out and fix himself. The summit will start at eight in the morning and it’s already seven.

‘Damn, that alcohol,’ he breathed.

He was looking at his reflection in the mirror near the hotel bed when the scenario from last night came across his mind. He scoffed and shook his head. What will Hera think of him about what happened? He let...