Doze off at Work
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"Romina!!!" Delilah screamed, shaking her friend who lay unconscious on the floor.
“Don’t die on me now. I still need you, please,” she cried, tears rolling down her cheeks.
Suddenly, Romina’s eyes fluttered open. She blinked a few times before focusing on Delilah.
“Deli baby, what’s wrong?” she mumbled.
“I thought you were dead,” Delilah sobbed.
“Nope, not now,” Romina said weakly with a small smile.
“Hey, girl!” Roman snapped, gritting his teeth in pure annoyance.
“What?” Romina asked, her face flushed and confused.
“You know how much this suit cost?” he growled.
Romina just pouted like a guilty child.
“Huff… I’ll be in the restroom,” Roman muttered and walked away. Dylan, who’d been sitting and watching the drama unfold in silence, just raised a brow but said nothing.
Inside the restroom, Roman peeled off his stained shirt, cursing under his breath. As he tossed it aside, Romina’s words echoed in his head:
“You don’t know me again after taking my virginity?”
His brows furrowed.
It’s true I took someone’s virginity, but I’m sure it wasn’t her...
His mind raced back to last year—he’d been invited to a party at a five-star hotel. He was drugged and woke up beside someone he didn’t know.
Sigh. I wish I could meet her again, he thought bitterly.
After washing up, he tossed the shirt into the trash and left the restroom.
What he saw next nearly made him choke.
Romina and Delilah were on the floor—drunk as skunks—singing at the top of their lungs.
“A club isn’t the best place to find a lover, so the bar is where I go,” Romina started off-key, eyes barely open.
“Me and my friends at the table doin’ shots, drinking fast, and then we talk slow,” Delilah slurred right along.
“Trust I’ll give it a chance, take my hand, stop… put them in the jukebox…”
Romina didn’t even finish before she passed out mid-line.
“I’m sleeping here too,” Delilah mumbled, collapsing beside her. Within seconds, both girls were out cold.
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Next Morning
“Ouch! My head hurts like hell,” Delilah groaned, clutching her forehead. She looked to her side and saw Romina still passed out. She nudged her.
“Mina! Mina!!”
“Hmmm... what?” Romina murmured.
“Wake up.”
“Okay…” Romina sat up, her eyes half-closed.
“But... how did we even get home last night?” Delilah asked.
“I don’t know but—AHHHHHHHH!” Romina suddenly jumped out of bed, a wave of memories crashing into her.
“I remember everything now!” she yelled. “I called my boss, my ex, you slapped him, I said he took my virginity—oh God, oh God!”
Delilah’s eyes widened. “Wait, what? Are you serious?”
“Yes!” Romina cried. “They even brought us home!”
Delilah groaned. “How am I supposed to face my boss now? I told you we should’ve just gone home instead of celebrating.”
“Oh, so now it’s my fault?” Romina snapped. You didn’t say no when I brought up the idea! You’re worried about your boss? Girl, I told him he had taken my virginity. I’m doomed!”
Delilah glanced at the time. “It’s 7:30 a.m.! We have to be there before 8!”
The two bolted out of bed and rushed into the bathroom.
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Five Minutes Later
“What am I gonna wear?” Delilah nearly cried, scrambling through her clothes.
“Just throw on anything!” Romina yelled, slipping into a baggy suit jacket and a crop top, grabbing her bag.
“You ready?” she asked.
“Yes, maybe you’ll take a taxi—”
“Nooo!” Delilah interrupted and threw on a matching outfit, one of the many identical ones she owned.
They dashed out of the house and jumped into the car like two girls on a mission.
The time was 7:43 when Delilah pulled up to her company.
“Bye, Deli. And remember—act like you don’t remember anything from last night,” Romina warned.
Delilah nodded as Romina’s own drop-off came at exactly 7:59.
One minute to spare.
Delilah jumped out of the car, grabbed her bag, and took off running in heels like her life depended on it. When she got to the elevator, she realized it wasn't even on her floor.
“Ugh! This is gonna take forever,” she muttered, glancing at the time. Then—bam!—an idea hit her.
She turned and walked toward the private elevator—the one strictly for the CEO and top execs. Her heart was pounding, but she pressed the button anyway, muttering prayers under her breath.
The elevator dinged, and she slipped in quickly before anyone could stop her. When it reached the top floor, she rushed out the moment the doors opened, speed-walking to her desk like nothing happened.
She glanced around.
Thank God—her boss wasn’t in yet.
“Huff, that was close,” she whispered, using her hands to smooth her messy hair. She hadn’t even combed it, let alone worn makeup. Romina was probably suffering the same fate.
Even though she wasn’t technically late, Delilah still felt like crawling into a hole after last night’s disaster. She covered her face with her hair just as Dylan walked in.
“Good morning, Mr. Morney,” she said, standing quickly to greet him with a polite nod.
Dylan stared at her for a second… then smirked.
Delilah’s stomach dropped.
I’m so doomed.
He walked into his office without saying anything. A moment later, Delilah followed, carrying a tablet with the day’s schedule.
She walked right in—without knocking.
“Don’t you have manners?” Dylan said, barely looking up. “A reasonable person would knock and wait for permission before entering.”
Delilah froze. “Pardon me,” she said, trying to stay calm.
“You’re supposed to knock before coming in.”
“Oh! I’m sorry. Maybe next time.”
“It’s like you want to lose your job,” he muttered. Just because he liked women didn’t mean he was soft at work.
“I’m really sorry,” Delilah said and stepped out of the office, knocked properly, then waited.
Nothing.
She knocked again.
Still no response.
“Sir, it’s Delilah,” she called out gently.
Still nothing.
Is this man for real?
Frustrated, Delilah went back to her desk and sat down—only to doze off after a few minutes, since clearly her boss was still mad at her.
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