@tyrant-chris-redfield
“Months of work! Gone!“ The blond spat, yanking a bottle of amber liquid down from the shelf… which he had to stand on the counter in order to retrieve. Damn his short stature! “Why is the scotch on the highest shelf??” Albert asked, hands on his hips as he glared down at the bottle in his hands, still standing on the counter.
Chris bit back a chuckle, shaking his head at the angry man. “My mistake, won’t happen again.” His mood instantly shifted to something more serious, a frown pulling at his lips. “So what happened? Were we hacked? Did someone manage to break in?”














