The boss

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So disturbed was I that I didn't even realize I was already home. Apparently, the driver had teleported himself and had arrived home in one go. I paid him and thanked him as I got out of the car. This is all so complicated. Earlier, I thought my motorcycle was in the parking lot, but it wasn't because my aunt had forbidden me from taking it out, all because of my hangover. What is wrong with me?

As a wandering soul, I headed towards my house. I can't stop thinking about how much I drank last night and how crazy I was to say all those things. How could I be capable of that?

"You can tell me what you're doing here," I jump as I feel a hand on my shoulder. "What are you doing here?"

"Ugh, Aunt, stop it," I complain loudly. "And if I'm here, it's because I have to shower, get dressed appropriately, and go to work, but to a gym, Aunt. I have to answer a bunch of words and write about my experience."

"Really? What kind of job is that?" she questions. I turn around to look her in the