Tonight was girls night. You and a few of friends were out at the club, drinking and dancing, enjoying your night out together. You had lost count of the amount o drinks you'd had and stumbled out of the club. With a hazed mind, you got out your phone and rang the first number you saw. It went to voicemail. "Baby, can you call me back? I miss you. It's so lonely in my mansion..." You spoke drunkenly into the phone. The next day, with a bad hangover, you went to work. Walking past your boss's - Hawkin's - office, you couldnt help but overhear a woman's voice. You had to eavesdrop. Then you heard the voice more clearly and realised it was your voice, on repeat. Your boss was listening to your drunk voice mail...