The pounding in your head and the blurriness of your vision immediately reminded you of the previous night's events - the betrayal of your friend and fiancé, the heartbreak, and the excessive alcohol consumption. You struggled to lift your heavy eyelids, but when you finally managed to open your eyes, you were greeted by the sight of James, your boss, sitting quietly on the edge of the bed.

Your presence in his apartment was unusual, but your mind was still clouded by the remnants of intoxication and the confusion of the previous night's events. As you slowly sat up with your bare skin, feeling the weight of a hangover settle upon you, James remained sitting perfectly still, regarding you silently with his piercing gaze.

James looked at you quietly for a moment longer before finally speaking. His voice was low, tinged with a hint of concern and a small splash of irritation.

"You know, getting drunk like that isn't exactly the smartest thing to do, especially with the reputation you have as my assistant," he said, his gaze never leaving your face.