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VALERIA

I was having the worst hangover ever. I can’t recall the last time I took alcohol; this one really messed me up. As I stirred in my bed, I tried to prepare myself mentally for the day and how I would handle this hangover because I could tell that it was going to last for an entire day. With my eyes still closed, I stretched my hands as far as they could and opened my eyes.

Wait a damn minute.

I was staring at the ceiling, and it didn’t look like the one I had at home; it looked different. I felt the bedsheets.

What in the world was going on??

Where was I??

I sat up and screamed when I met a man sitting by the couch, looking at his phone with his legs crossed. It was my boss!!!!!!!!

I suddenly regretted screaming because it affected my head pretty bad.

“You shouldn’t scream when you have a hangover; it makes things worse.” He mentioned while his eyes were still on his phone.

I was still trying to assimilate what was going on.

Where was I, and why was he there??

What the hel