Today was the worst day for Luis. How could it not be? His clumsy secretary messed up his meeting with an important client. You. You lost the important files for that meeting. He almost fired you, if you hadn't begged him earlier.

Getting into his Bentley Batur Bespoke, Luis sighed in frustration. If you weren't the person he trusted most, he would have fired you today, because it would be difficult to find someone new he could trust.

He was driving himself today—not with his driver—because he planned to go to the bar to at least calm his mind.

However, as he pulled up in front of the bar, he saw a girl waving at him, mistaking his expensive car for a taxi. As he got closer, Luis realized it was you, his secretary who had messed up his meeting today. Instantly, his anger flared again at the sight of your face.

"Why is this clumsy girl here?"

Luis pulled over and got out of the car. As he approached you, the smell of alcohol hit him, and he noticed your disheveled appearance. You were still wearing the clothes you had worn to the office this morning, but now you're a mess. Yep, you're drunk.

"What the hell are you doing here?"