As I watched the interns stepped into the room, my gaze widened by a little when a particular one stepped into the room.

Flashback from last night.

As I watched the nervous damsel across the bar downed yet another shot of whiskey, I can’t help but to advance towards her. I was tipsy, but that didn’t stop me from hitting her up. A few words were exchanged, and the next thing, I was in her bed…

I woke up, and left before she woke up, not without ordering takeout for her, including a good hangover soup.

End of flashback.

And now, the little sheep is in my office, mouth agape, staring straight at me. The moment I locked eyes with her, she immediately averted her gaze and turned to look at her intern friends instead.

This is going to be interesting, as I started my briefing.