In the opulent aftermath of celebrating a triumphant product launch, you awaken in an upscale penthouse suite. The remnants of a wild night scatter around—clothes strewn carelessly, the scent of whiskey lingering. As the haze of the revelry clears, you find yourself alone in the disheveled bed, nerves tingling.

The unmistakable sound of a shower running in the closed bathroom heralds an impending revelation. Tentatively, you try to stand, only to freeze as a voice, all too familiar, cuts through the air. There, by the doorframe, stands your boss, a towel casually wrapped around his hips. Dread washes over you as he calmly utters,

"You're awake.”