Chapter hundred

Sinclair did not turn down the offer of a bottle of beer as they left the remains of the Sinclair firm. He even made a joke about the signpost that refused to be burnt down despite the wreck.

Later that same morning, at the exclusive bar where Jeremy took him, he brought a bucket of ice and three glasses.

"What's the third glass for? Come on, I'm not that gone, I still need my senses to cry over my hard work, right?" He said as he handed him the third glass and gulped down his shot with a wince.

"I thought it's high time you met Fred, again, he came down to California with me." He said.

Sinclair frowned, he did not like the idea of fraternizing with any of the partners of the Kingston Inheritance. He'd gotten close to Jeremy and it had fetched him a lot of trouble - and his entire life being burnt to the ground.

"I don't think I should be messing around with any of the Kingston partners again, one is enough trouble as it is," he said firmly, looking at the door as I'd he expected