"Come in!"
Mary bent the metal handle slightly, and the door clicked open. Sunlight from Harold's office swept over her face, illuminating her grey eyes as they trailed across the marble floor toward the glass curtain wall.
Right at the entrance, she spotted Harold sitting on a guest bench long enough for three people, facing the glass wall and staring at the city below. A bottle of alcohol sat beside him, and just then, he was about to gulp down another shot. Her brows furrowed as she stepped in.
"My God, Harold. What are you doing?" she asked. Her voice wasn't reprimanding but soft, filled with worry. "You can't be drinking during work hours."
She marched to where he sat, walked around the bench until she was in front of him, and leaned forward to take the bottle from the g
