“Are you going to get up anytime, boss?” Sergio asks. I groan, my head pounding. Was I hit by a fucking bus? No, Jessica Jovit was the one who hit me. Even when I sleep, she’s there, driving me insane.

“Fuck off.” My whole body hurts.

"I assume you don't want an update on Jessica, then?" I open my eyes to see the high ceiling in my office. I must have fallen asleep on the couch here. I sit up, making my headache worse. Three days of hell. That’s what I’ve been in, and I did the one thing I told myself I never would. I drowned myself in alcohol....