At home, Becker paced from one corner of the living room to the other. His anger knew no bounds. But deep down, he could tell there was a heavy touch of frustration gnawing at his soul. 

“ Damn it!” He cursed under his breath and let out a very long sigh. 

Walking to the glass table, he grabbed the bottle of whiskey like there was anyone going to stop him from taking it. 

On the floor, were four bottles that he had emptied its entire content already. 

He was now about to empty the fifth one. 

The whole place reeked of the smell of alcohol. His breath was totally taken...