Map sat in his sitting area all by himself nurturing a glass with scotch. His back and shoulders were hunched over the glass as he twirled it between his fingers. In front of him were two documents. One was the bank statements from his late son Eric, payed out to Map was almost eleven million dollars. The other set of documents were the insurance pay out for natural disaster event on a resort in Hawaii. Map leaned back and sniffled, his cheeks were wet from crying. He remembered that night when Eric died.
“I will pay from my own pocket, if the werewolves can’t wait for the insurance money I will just give them my cash. I’ll transfer it tonight when I get home.” Eric sat down opposite to his father and ran his fingers through his hair, he sighed as he looked at his father. Map was looking
