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When I went down to the living room, I saw Phil sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed and reading a magazine. I thought he was already at the company at this time.
"Good morning," I greeted him hesitantly before sitting in the single chair.
He folded the magazine he was reading and placed it on the center table and faced me.
"Do you know what you did last night?" he asked me seriously.
What I did last night? Maybe he's referring to me coming home drunk last night. In my extreme drunkenness, I didn't realize that Yves brought me home. And Phil probably saw that.
"I'm sorry. I promise, next time I won't get drunk," I promised him.
"You still want to do it again?" Phil complained in a threatening tone.
"No! I mean, I won't drink so I won't get drunk again. I won't trouble m
