Sober Reckoning

Chapter 268: The Cell

TRISTAN

The room was a small space, probably around eight feet by ten feet, give or take. I had spent thirty-four years in rooms designed to impress people in order to support me on my ideas and make my company bloom, I had stood in boardrooms with views, gone to restaurants with reservations months out, and I lived in an estate with floor-to-ceiling glass overlooking a skyli