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Exiting the company, Murphy headed to a bar nearby and walked towards the bartender. He sat on a long stool and ordered a bottle of rum and a bottle of Irish Scotch.

His drink was served, and he wasted no time in guzzling them all. Within a few minutes, he was done with the two bottles.

All Murphy wanted right now was to drink and forget his sorrows. What he just witnessed was too much for him to handle, and just thinking about it made his blood boil.

Just because he was poor, his wife chose to cheat on him with a rich man. Murphy thought as he ordered the strongest bottle of alcohol in the bar.

He retrieved the bottle and began gulping down the whole content without pausing, and the people around couldn't help but stare at him.

"M..more..please.." Murphy said to the bartender sluggishly. The bartender glared at him for a few seconds before bringing two more big bottles.

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The day gradually became dark and it was

Finally closing time in the office. Emily exited the company with a worrisome expression on her face.

Her mind had been troubled all day, and she couldn't help but think about Murphy's well-being. She saw how hurt Murphy was when he left the office and she hoped he hadn't done anything drastic out of anger.

"I saw his wife, Ella, moments before Murphy got kicked out. Just what happened that caused the fight?" Emily pondered as she got into her car and began to drive through the dimly lit street while glancing around to see if she could spot Murphy.

She drove for a few minutes until she finally hit the brake when she heard noises from inside a bar. She parked her car and got off as she began to make her way inside the bar.

Entering the bar, Emily saw the bartender holding Murphy's shirt who appeared to be drunk.

"Pay me up, you fool!" The bartender voiced out in anger as he ruffled Murphy's shirt.

"What's going on here?" Emily approached them as she could see the bartender attempting to hit Murphy.

"And who might you be?" The bartender glared at Emily who had just stopped him.

"I am his friend." Emily introduced, shifting her gaze towards Murphy who was drunk as hell and was barely awake.

"Well, you better tell your shithead friend of yours to pay the bill for the stuff he drank! He kept on ordering when he knew he had no money!" The bartender responded, anger evident in his voice.

"Please forgive him. He is having a rough day. How much is the bill?" Emily inquired.

"2000 dollars!" The bartender responded instantly with a hand still holding Murphy's shirt.

"Okay, no problem. Give me your account details and let me make the transfer." Emily offered. The bartender glared at her for a few minutes with a look of suspicion before giving her his account details.

In the blink of an eye, Emily made the transfer, and the bartender's phone chimed In his pocket. He took it out and glanced at the credit alert.

After confirmation, he released Murphy's shirt and he also staggered and fell, but Emily caught him.

"I don't want to see him here ever again!" The bartender retorted before walking back to his post.

"You don't have to worry about that; I'll make sure of that myself," Emily said.

Emily placed Murphy's arm around her shoulder and began to take him back to her car. She pulled the passenger seat open and placed Murphy gently on the chair before shutting the door and making her way to the driver's's seat.

"Murphy, What has gotten into you, you've been absent from work for a week now, no one knows where you are, not even your girlfriend, and now that I found you, you are all drunk and wasted and also in debt," Emily said softly as she glanced at Murphy who just laid there.

"Emily you won't understand...Just take me home. I'm grateful for what you did for me back there, but take me home,e," Murphy whispered.

"What happened? Talk to me, Murphy," Emily asked as she was looking concerned for her friend.

"Don't worry about me, Emily, just take me home, " Murphy said before shutting his eyes slowly, and the car became silent for a while.

The engine was started and Emily began to drive Murphy back home. The car was silent as Emily drove through the dimly lit street with her gaze fixated on the road.

Murphy's sluggish voice broke the silence from behind as he muttered.

"Why, why, why did she have to do this to me?" Murphy muttered drunkenly as tears flowed out.

Emily's car pulled over in front of the Murphy's House and she rushed out to help Murphy get out. She pulled the door open and carefully helped Murphy out of the car and began to make their way towards the staircase slowly. When they got to the dimly lit staircase, Emily halted her steps and turned to face Murphy who was still extremely drunk.

"This is as far as I can go, Murphy. If the family sees me it will only cause more trouble." Emily informed, carefully taking Murphy's arm off her shoulder and placing it on the wall. "Just make sure you resolve whatever is going on peacefully, okay?" She added with a look of concern.

Murphy didn't utter a word, he only nodded his head in affirmation and began to stagger up the staircase slowly. Emily stood there and watched him go up, and when she was certain he would be fine on his own she exited the place.