I physically cringed.
I sounded like a child begging for attention.
That alone was enough proof that I was still heavily drunk.
“Fine,” Dmitri said as he finally turned toward the camera. For a few seconds, he smiled. Nothing dramatic. Then he shifted his attention back to the laptop. "Hope you’re happy now.”
“No, I’m not,” I immediately complained. “You only stared for a few seconds, then you went back to working again. Why would you do this to me? Who works at two in the morning?”
The moment those words left the video, I covered part of my face.
This was painful to watch.
“I have a lot of work to do, okay? You’re actually the only reason why I’m still up. You just don’t seem to want to sleep,” he said.
His fingers continued moving across the keyboard.
“Because I’m all fired up t
