In a bright office sat a dejected-looking man with his head in his hands. In front of him sat a small box with the straw in but untouched. Opposite him sat another man with a concerned look on his face. The sun was peaking up from the top of the skyscrapers gleaming into the office. The man leaning forward with his face hidden in his palms, his back arched towards the floor, was not moving. Except for his shoulders that moved slightly in a soft up-and-down motion. Now and then a sniffle would escape from his palms. Finally, the man sitting opposite him, watching his friend in despair spoke up. “Talk to me Liam, what happened?” There was no answer from Liam, Hemmy sighed as he rubbed his face with one palm. “Please, Liam. It can not be that bad. Just talk to me, and we can sort it out.” A f
