Yesterday was girls night. You and some friends went to the club. You drank so much, at the point that you called the first number you saw in your phone, unconsciously... Voicemail.

"Baby, can you call me back? It's so lonely in my mansion." You said drunkenly.

The next morning, you went to work, with a terrible hang over. You were walking past your bosses office, and you heard a female voice, a familiar one. It was your voice. He was listening to your drunk voicemail.