The only colour piercing the dimness of the hotel bar was the amber liquid flickering in the glass before him.As i approached,he raised his eyes to greet me with a nod before staring back down into his tumbler of whiskey.I sank onto the plush sofa,exhausted.
On cue,his familiar voice sounded imposingly morose.'Yanis' he said 'you made a big mistake'
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Faking stillness, i replied, 'And what was that mistake Larry*?'
'You won the election' came his answer.
*Larry Summers,71st secretary of the US Treasury