The next day, Owen and I went to discuss a project. After the contract was signed, our partner Vincent Clark invited us to unwind.
Typically, collaborators would pick a high-end restaurant and call it a day, but Vincent, unfamiliar with Owen's aversion to women, took us straight to a karaoke bar and even arranged for some beautiful singers to keep us company.
The moment those stunning women saw Owen, they lit up with excitement and surrounded him.
I glanced at Owen's expression and noticed his face turning gloomy, his body shaking slightly. It was clear he was having one of his episodes. If I didn't get him out soon, he'd probably end up throwing up like a mess.
I quickly intervened, blocking the advances of the women. "Mr. Clark, we've wrapped up the contract. Mr. Johansson is still adjusting to the time difference. We should head back."
Without waiting for a response, I grabbed Owen and led him out.
I thought Owen was just having a minor breakdown, but to my horror, that jerk Vincent had spiked his drink!