Miguel POV

I opened my eyes and everything was blurry. Meanwhile, I heard Tricia call my name and other voices were talking.

"Am I dead?" I asked and the voices laughed.

"You are still drunk," Someone said. "You have low immunity to drinking."

Suddenly, I remembered that I had drunk with them, and the man who gave me a job, Tricia's husband, was one of them.

My eyes cleared, and I looked around, seeing eyes staring at me.

"It wasn't strong," Tricia said. "What is with the act?"

I ...