You arrive at the party dressed in proper clothing, you’re with a friend as well.

Your friend goes off to grab drinks, and you get lost in the girth of the crowd. Soon you find that you’ve tripped on a shoe and have fallen beneath all of the trampling people.

A hand grabs yours firmly, and you’re pulled up.

“Sam?” You ask, assuming it’s your friend.

“Not quite.” A charming voice speaks, before he drags you out of the crowd, you look up and find yourself face to face with your Boss, smirking