He had spent the last 70 minutes scouring the internet for information on this Stephen guy. He knew it was wrong. Just like it would be wrong to leave the office, go and grab a beer or bottle of wine from the store and drink it. But right now he needed a shot. Not that weak shit.
He checked the time. The liquor stores were still open. The better thing to do would be to go to sleep.
He needed to sleep. But he didn't want to.
Goosebumps crept up his spine. He left his office, walked real slow into the store. He felt a presence out there. Like somebody else was out there. He hadn't heard anything though. This is what creeped him out most.
"Hello?" he said. Not expecting a reply.
"Hello?" he said again.
Nothing.
He let out a breath of relief. He wished he was in bed right now. He was tempted to just leave the store. Not even lock up the office.