In a whiskey-fueled stupor, you had sent a hastily composed message to your boss, an individual notorious for his less than pleasant demeanour. The remorse struck you like a sobering breeze, your stomach contorting with nervous anticipation as the phone hummed with incoming messages. As you reached over to pick up your phone, relief washed over you like a tidal wave, the breath you hadn’t known you were holding in escaping your lips.

Meanwhile, Mike, toiling through the night shift, found himself on the receiving end of an unusual text, prompting a light chuckle. Assuming it to be an unintended message from an unfamiliar sender, he playfully reciprocated, typing out a short response.

M: I’m not sure who Dave is, but judging from your text, I’m not sure I want to.