My Boss Showed Up Drunk At My Door Until He Said He Needed Me

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“Right. Forget it. I need to go.”

He stood too fast, grabbed his jacket.

“Your car is outside, but I don’t know if you should drive yet.”

“I’m fine.” His voice was cold, professional, distant. “Thanks for letting me sleep here.”

“You’re welcome.”

He walked to the door. His hand on the doorknob. He didn’t look back.

“See you at the office. And Audrey—” continue reading …