Conrad was a mess. He hadn't shaved, he was hangover and he had to force himself off the bed that morning. For one thing, he didn't understand any one, any human, could get off the bed before 8am. It wasn't natural. And he had a few shots of whiskey the night before. He needed to sleep in, at least, for another three or four hours before he was ready to function properly.
Putting on an old sweatshirt he found in the back of his messy closet, Conrad dragged himself out of his room and headed to the meeting Caleb had called. Conrad had fought the urge to ignore the call because of Jules. He knew her ass was probably in the line if he didn't behave.
With cigarette in his lips - not lit yet - Conrad walked into the secret room and waved at everyone. That was good morning. He went for the coffee and took a small silver flask from the inner pocket of his jacket and poured some of the liquid into his coffee.
After he took a long sip, he offered the pretty nerdy girl a genuine smile and turned to Jules. "Good day uh?" he remarked and looked over at Caleb. "Boss," Conrad said with a nod and took a seat.