"Here's your coffee, General Rachelle," Jack said the moment he entered my office. He placed the coffee on my desk and I thanked him for that. "Why did you even drink booze if you can't even handle it?" He shook his head.

I massaged my temples after sighing. "I only drank one-fourth," I said and took a sip from the cup. "I felt like my head was pounding and someone was punching on my head." I shook my head. "I think I drank more than one-fourth..."

I woke up having an overwhelming headache. I am trying to remember if I went on a rampage after taking a drink at that...