Ah, I’m getting dizzy already. I knew I shouldn’t have drunk, but I feel embarrassed when Mr. Dristan keeps on taking my shot. I keep on acting like I’m strong now I can’t even stand up on my own. How am I going to go home in this state?
“Come on! Inigo drink more!” David said as he poured me more vodka.
I honestly don’t know what is happening around me, but I accepted the shot and drank it. They shouted and cheered like a simple drink makes them happy. I haven’t drunk this much before because we are always busy at the agency, but I do feel great. I looked beside me, but Mr. Dristan wasn't there. I tried to look around, but I can’t seem to find him. I have no idea why I’m looking for him.
“Are you looking for Mr. Manson?” Denise asked while holding a bottle of beer. I nodded without a
