Glistening

Sure, his life expectancy suffered from his lack of concern for health, but he was getting bored of life in the first place. With enough money in his pocket to spend for a few lifetimes and an empire that ran smoothly on its own, all he had left in life were obligatory social calls with his fellow New York elite and his share of private fun outside the spotlight. Oh, and his collection of rare whiskeys. After throwing off his stuffy suit jacket, exposing a white dress shirt damp with his foul perspiration, he wandered over to the shelf to find his prized Macallan.