Work.

Do not drive tea, do not laugh at old cartoons on weekends, sitting on the sofa in the living room. And work.

- Yes indeed. I'm sorry, - Ashley finally pulls herself together, swallowing resentment, proudly lifting her chin.

Hell, I also left the car in the parking lot at the club. So the first task for my secretary appeared.

“Call me a taxi to the office,” I throw this phrase over my shoulder, walking out of the kitchen, when suddenly a caustic flies into my back:

- Was it a fun night?

And I'm rooting to the floor. The desire to turn around now and bark that this...