8 - Shawn

"Another," I tell the bartender after setting down my empty glass of Scotch for the fourth time. He refills it from the bottle within seconds.

"Same here," Ryker says, pointing to his empty glass of gin tonic.

"Looks like the two of you are having it rough," Asher remarks as he takes a sip of his martini. "It's that Swiss acquisition, isn't it?"

"The question is: Why don't you seem as anxious?" Ryker asks him. "Or have you forgotten that if this acquisition doesn't push through, it will be bad for the whole company?"

"I know, but it will still be worse for the two of you," Asher says.

Ryker frowns.

"Maybe we should just leave him here when we go to Switzerland," I say.

"What do you think, Ryker?"

"Hey!" Asher complains. "No fair. I've already made plans for Switzerland."

Ryker raises an eyebrow. "Plans?"

"I've heard Swiss women are gorgeous."

Ryker rolls his eyes. I know what he's thinking — that some things never change.

"We are going to Switzerland for work, you know," I remind Ashe