M A L L O R Y
What the f**k does Thomas want now?!
“He is looking for you.” Max firmly told me as his eyes looked at me as if it was something urgent. “He seems to be intoxicated at this hour.” He gritted his teeth as he spoke softly while leaning in towards me.
What?
Drunk?
Why?
It was getting close to five o’clock in the afternoon when I checked the time. It is an absolute shame most people’s shifts for the publishing company were coming to an end. That would mean my coworkers would see him in case he would actually make a scene downstairs. At this point, how could he be freaking intoxicated?
Heck, this was indeed more urgent than I assumed it was already. Intoxicated Tommy was going to be a headache for me, as it had always been a headache for me, even from before. My new bo
