I arrived at the office very early the next day with my head still spinning from inebriation and crying like a fool last night.
I couldn't get myself some sleep as the scenes of my almost breaking down in front of Andrew came flashing through my mind. I poured myself a glass of ice-cold beer, took a few gulps, filled another glass again until I felt tipsy after four cans.
I woke up to the sound of the alarm and prepared myself to work. In the end, I accepted to be his secretary again if it was the only way I could get my friends out of this fiasco.
Looking at the pile of documents on my desk which were barely touched since I had last seen them, I realized there's so much I had to do to keep me busy the whole day. I was hoping Andrew would be considerate enough and not pick on me as he
