I had opened the door to receive the food trolley brought by an attendant— a skinny, petite girl with a weird smile— but on seeing her slutty gaze, I was somewhat disgusted.
“Thank you for the meal, Jovita,” I said, reading her name tag. “Next time, just leave it at the door, okay?”
I tried to close the door when she placed her foot to block it.
“Erm, I was wondering if I should get you some bottles of whiskey again today, sir?” she asked softly, her smile widening.
“That won’t be necessary, woman. You may leave.”
Her smile faded as I shut the door. And heaved. I had been drowning myself in lots of alcohol recently and couldn't tell if I had slept with this one or not. Perhaps on one of the crazy nights.
Tucking away those thoughts, I took a mental note to focus on the critical thi
