014 Drunk

"Naughty boy! How many times do you have to make that woman did your job? What's more! This project was given to you by Harry directly. But, you just want Aimee to do it?" Isabella complained.

She had met Aimee several times when Isabella was looking for Alfin. Isabella knew Aimee was a painstaking secretary. Always worked seriously and was often taken advantage of by her superiors.

Isabella looked at Alfin mockingly. Inviting Alfin's surprised and disapproving gaze.

"Hey What's wrong about this? Shouldn't you be happy that I can use this opportunity to spend more time with you?"

Smiling wryly and nodding in agreement. Isabella confirmed.

"Yeah. You are right. But I'm just afraid if you might get some karma!"

Isabella released herself from Alfin's arms. Took her full clothes and then put them on without looking for a more appropriate place. Alvin's face wrinkled.

"What is it? Aren't you going to stay tonight?" asked Alfin who was surprised to see Isabella was getting ready to leave.

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Shaking her head and smoothing her make-up when finished dressing. Isabella answered Alfin immediately.

"No. I have to go back to my apartment tonight. I Gotta get up early, tomorrow. Because dad wants to meet me with someone. He also advised me to don't come late."

Alfin decided to give up.

"Okay. Then I'll take you."

Isabella shook her head again.

"No need, honey. Just rest and think about how you're going to spend your free time with me later."

Took her bag and some of her belongings, Isabella didn't forget to take her car keys and outer.

She kissed Alvin's cheek gently.

"Bye-bye, Handsome. And see you next time!"

Alfin then escorted Isabella's departure with a disappointed feeling. Sitting quietly staring out the window after sipping his wine.

Enjoying the night view alone quietly, and this was might not be as bad as he imagined.

However, a phone call interrupted him suddenly.

Saw a name was listed on the phone screen. Alfin seemed to widen his eyes in surprise.

The phone call turned out to be from his secretary, Aimee. He frowned deeply and was surprised. Then he also still hasn't answered Aimee's call.

"What is this little mouse doing calling his boss at night?"

Continuing to stare at his phone screen with confusion that was growing, and not diminishing. Alfin mumbled again.

"She's not in the mood to ask for a raise, is she?" protested Alfin because salary matters are not his part, even though Alfin's position is high and Aimee is right under his auspices.

"Or, she wanted to replace Isabella with me tonight because she has known Isabella left me cruelly?"

Alfin took his phone lazily and pressed the answer button.

"Hi! Need help?" He said. And adding, "It's not usually that you haven't slept. Missing me?" Alfin said indifferently.

The clock on the wall pointed to 11 p.m. And unusually, Aimee was so itching to contact him at night. Even though all this time, if Alfin bothered Aimee outside of working hours. Aimee would never pick it up. Or sometimes, muttering erratically and non-stop.

However, today seemed different.

Alfin's greeting did not immediately get an answer from Aimee.

He only heard silence from the other side of the phone. And that made Alfin call Aimee once again.

"Aimee? Are you still there? Or, are you dreaming of me? Moving in your sleep and accidentally dialing my number when you might not even know who you're calling?" The joke did not make Alfin's laughter sound heard.

But a hoarse and low voice came from the other end of the phone. Like babbling and semi-conscious. Aimee finally answered Alfin.

"I don't want to be involved in that project," Aimee said very slowly. Alfin sharpened his hearing.

"What? What did you just say?" asked Alfin could not hear clearly.

Aimee repeated it.

"I said, I don't want to get involved in your project!" Aimee repeated louder.

But her words did not make Alfin understand what she meant.

"What is the reason?" asked Alfin leaning back.

"You don't want to work with me anymore?" added Alfin. Sounds threatening. But that's Alfin's way of speaking.

Aimee shook her head and scowled. Knowing that Alfin couldn't see his sadness and anxiety, Aimee replied.

"No. It's not like that," said Aimee.

"I just really didn't want to get involved in the project. Didn't want to meet him and have to do anything with him!"

Alfin doesn't understand.

"Aimee," called Alfin.

"Can you explain, what exactly do you mean? Why can't I understand any of your words?"

Thinking harder, Alfin seemed to have a hunch.

"Are you drunk?" asked Alfin.

"Because you're in a bad mood all of a sudden. Are you drunk?"

Asked so surprised and did not understand, Alfin pondered for a moment.

Since when did Aimee like drinking?

Close his eyes for a moment and take a breath. Alfin started trying to understand Aimee's situation.

"I don't know what happened to you. But where do you get your liquor from? You stole it?" Alfin was accusing arbitrarily.

Quite knew and realized that he often talking nonsense and useless words.

Aimee's voice broke Alfin's accusation.

"I'm 30 years old. And you're surprised I'm drunk?" complained Aimee who didn't understand where the problem was if she was drunk. Because right now, Aimee was already heavily influenced by alcohol.

It's just a fad to see the mini-market to get some fresh air. Aimee's brown eyes were drawn to take out a few cans of alcoholic drinks from the cooling rack.

So far, she hasn't ever tasted it. But she hasn't been curious.

Today, because of all the annoyance and disappointment that he keeps harboring. Aimee finally darkened her eyes.

Bought 5 cans of drinks at once. Even though, she always took into account the price.

Haven't finished a can yet. Aimee already felt her body float and her vision was blurry

"Aimee... where are you? You went out drinking with your friends?"

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