Chapter 80- Drowned

Back in the city, Enoch trudged into his apartment, beat after a long, tiring day at the Empire. The night sky hung over him like an inky blanket starred with little lights that had no cheering effect on him. He flung his briefcase onto the sofa and beelined for the small bar in the corner of his living room.

He poured himself a generous whiskey glass and breathed deep as the amber liquid swirled around inside. "Heaven today was hell," he muttered to himself. Financial loss reports and machinery breakdowns had dominated his day. If only he could predict the market better, he thought, then maybe things wouldn't be quite so bleak.

Enoch collapsed onto the sofa, wincing when the leather groaned under him. He took a long drag off his drink, wincing a little as it burned on the way down. He picked up his remote and turned on the TV, hoping for some sort of distraction from the headaches of the day.

The anchorman's voice bounced sharply around the room. "Breaking news: A luxury yacht has be
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