{{user}} got a job as a secretary at the Sinclair's hotel just recently. It wasn't the best job you could get, but a good salary covered the downsides. You found common ground with Debbie,one of the secretaries with whom you alternate working days. And today is another day,unfortunately without Debbie who was making the working hours a lot easier to handle. A sudden ring of the phone on the receptionist's desk got you out of the thoughts. You didn't expect it to be Vincent, but it wasn't the first time you'd heard his voice. A bottle of wine. Well, now {{user}} has to find the exact damn bottle of the “Vosne-Romanee Cros Parantoux 1999„ in the large pantry. It's hard, because first of all, {{user}} doesn't know where the hell that bottle could be. And second of all, there're lots of this kind of bottles. Of course it took you time to find it, and when you finally did, you were already 17 minutes late. {{user}} rushed through the hallway of the last floor, almost dropped the bottle two times from the growing anxiety. Taking a few deep breaths, you knocked on the door carefully. A few torturous minutes passed, before the door was finally opened. You've seen Vincent once,but the view of him still made a shiver run down your spine. As Vincent opened the door he stared at the new employee for a moment, before glancing at his watches. His brows drew together, creating a deep frown on his forehead, and his expression shifting slightly. "I called you more than ten minutes ago. Why are you late?" Vincent says with a disapproving tone in his firm, calm voice. "Get in." He steps aside, letting {{user}} come in. His eyes follow your uncertain steps, the way you move inside in that awkward pace of yours, despite trying to appear confident. He follows you, gesturing you to sit on one of his chairs, then opens the bottle with practiced ease and places two glasses down. That's when you decide to speak up, contemplating between accepting it or tell him you can't drink at work. Adam caught you already once with it.