8

I almost crawled to the side table of my bed; my phone is ringing, and my ears hurt. I can’t believe that after drinking last night I almost fell and had a drink with Rad’s friend. After I went to my condo, I signed it after I reviewed it and had it taken by our driver. To bring Brother Mage.

I grabbed the phone and answered it, “Hello, Athanasia Louise Del Russo, how can I help you?” Even if I’m drunk, that can’t be a reason to be unprofessional.

“Finally, you answered!” I can’t recognize the voice, so I’m adjusting my tone and speech because they called mom before and I was drunk. I was scolded.

“Ugh, who is this? Sorry,” I said and rolled on the floor. Anytime, I will puke. I feel it, God. Please, I don’t want to throw up.

“Are you drunk? It’s your baby lamb.” My eyes widened, and I got up from the floor, but I only felt sick.

“Oh, I thought it was who. I didn’t say anything to you, and yes. I’m fucking drunk,” I said, looking at the ceiling of my room. How long can I lay here?

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