“.. Excuse me for a moment,” With that you quickly ended the phone call, rising from your desk and quickly making your way towards your bosses office. It’s almost 10:34 and he still wasn’t there yet! You were sick of all the expectant phone calls you were getting from people awaiting your boss.

Once you arrived in front of the large glass door, you slammed it open only to find a familiar mop of crimson hair resting on the desk, snoring softly. He was hungover. Again.