Chapter 19 Grief

• Asher was making baby noises in his crib as he tried desperately to chew on his rubber toy, his sock clad tiny legs shot up in the air. Henry momentarily stopped what he was doing to peer lovingly at his son. He had a pleased smile on his face. He packed up his documents, his finger came in contact with one stray paper, he sighed, his pleased mood disappeared like the wind.
• His fingers brushed against it, he picked it up and peered closely at it. It was one of the receipts for a luxury hotel bill that he thought he had previously cancelled but his wife had gone on with the same man based on the description he could gather and the clips he could watch.
• The thing was he actually hadn't been working. Well in the true sense of the word he had been working hard but not on his job related stuffs. He had been digging up dirt on Angela and there was a lot of dirt. In all honesty he had not been in the right frame of mind for any intellectual work. He had spent his time searching up stuffs, he had lots of connection it was easy to get hold of these privileged information, the next thing he did was find alcohol and drink till he was completely inebriated, woke up with a banging headache, spent time with Asher, dig up more stuffs and drink. Rinse and repeat.