While rubbing my throbbing temples, I could not shake the feeling that I had done something horrible and this was not a good sign. So, I gently nudged her, "Um, I didn't do something crazy last night, right?"
"No. You were doing fine." She barely finished her sentence before falling back asleep.
However, I still felt something was off. Just as I reached for my phone, a call came in.
When I picked up the phone, it was Zeke. "President Jeremy."
“Have you sobered yet? Does your head hurt?”
“It’s not too bad.”
“I’ll have someone to bring you some hangover medicine. Can you open the door when they arrive?” he asked.
“No need to trouble yourself, I ….”
Before I cut finished my sentence, he cut it, “There is something you need to be done tonight and you can’t be showing up with a headache.”
I could not refute him anymore and agree. "Okay. What kind of work will I do tonight?"
“It’s a dinner party. Get yourself ready and head home to change. Later, I’ll send you the details.”
It would never enter my mind that I would meet Mark there. After all, he always hated this kind of occasion. Even if business demanded his present, he would usually send a manager to accompany me.