Las Vegas, Nevada - Thursday<br/><br/>Jace opened the door to his downtown condo unit on the sixth floor. With a breathtaking view of the city in the large open concept living room. The lights were turned down low. No one was home. He sighed. Again. Another night alone. Another lonely night. Almost tempted to turn around and head back to the Casino to ask Erimar for an updated list on his clients so he could have another update ready to text to Seth his boss in the morning Jace decided to at least grab dinner to have with his alcohol tonight. Walking through the cold and dead space that had once contained so much laughter and life Jace spotted one thing out of place in the pristine and perfect living room. On the glass coffee table sat a letter on that rose coloured paper Annalise always used.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic">Dear Jace,<br/><br/>I've gone out with Liza and Doriana tonight. I won't be coming home. Supper's in the fridge if you're hungry.<br/><br/>Anna</span></div><br/><br/>The note was as cold as his heart. He sighed. He wanted nothing more then to burn the note. He wanted to burn the whole damn apartment to the ground. "Fuck this shit," Jace barked out crumpling the paper and heading to the kitchen. Grabbing supper and a case of bear from the fridge he started drinking.<br/><br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: #FFFF00;background:#FFFF00;"/></div><br/><br/>Los Vegas, Nevada - Friday<br/><br/>Jace didn't leave work that night. Not wanting to go home to the apartment. He'd been drunk this morning. Hungover drunk. Which was a rarity these days since he was half flagged all the time now. What the hell. Drinking numbed the pain. He didn't feel when he drank. He didn't think about....<br/><br/>Feeling suddenly ill Jace pushed himself up from his desk. Grabbed the bottle of whiskey from his cabinet and drank deeply. Feeling the alcohol burn down his throat. The buzz in his head intensified. Yah that was what he needed. He settled back down to blearily reading the list of names. Cussing as he did so. Drinking another long sip of whiskey. Drinking away the pain. Drinking away the memories. Drinking until nothing but darkness remained.<br/><br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: #ffff00;background:#ffff00;"/></div><br/><br/>Los Vegas, Nevada - Saturday<br/><br/>Jace hadn't drank today. That was saying something. Jace always drank. Well not today. He didn't feel the need to. Yet. There was always the chance he'd feel the need. He'd woken up in his office this morning and opted to go home to shower. The house was empty and cold. Always cold. Always empty. Always lonely. He hated the apartment. It burned like a fire inside him. The raw hatred. He wondered if he didn't hate Annalise for leaving him all alone to deal with the death of his beloved Sarah? Just like he'd been alone to deal with her illness. Alone to provide. He was always alone.<br/><br/>Jace was dress as crisply and purposefully handsome as always. Though his eyes were dark and shadowed. Bloodshot. His face haggard and pale. His features sharp and his build leaner then it had been. Lack of food evident in the hollows of his face. His sunken eyes evidence of his internal pain. The rest of him however, look every inch the rich businessman.<br/><br/>Melissa by some miracle had happen across Erimar, Jace's personal assistant on an errant for his boss. The man stopped only because Jace would ream him if he ever learned he'd not stopped to help a customer out. Erimar was tall and bulky, more bodyguard then servant. Erimar had dark brown skin, sparkling almost back eyes and long braided black hair that was dyed light blues and purples. Erimar wore designer clothing and looked like he'd just walked off a runway. He was also flagrantly gay and proud of it.<br/><br/>"Ohh love, it's your lucky day. I happen to be Jace's personal assistant, so if you'd be so kind as to follow me I'll take you right to his office. What's your name?" He asked as he'd never seen her and Jace liked to know who it was he was addressing without having to ask. "I'm Erimar, by the way. It's the only name I use so don't even ask me for my last name. I don't have one. Got rid of that tie a long time ago!" He chatted happily. Sounding more like a gossiping teenage girl.