Amelie’s POV

The party continued until early Sunday morning. By that time, everyone was either highly inebriated or very drunk. I was even feeling a little tipsy myself. Nathan was drunk. I had never seen him like this. We were snuggled on the couch, sipping on our cocktails and chatting with a bunch of partygoers.

“So Simon,” Nathan said. “You are in our marketing department.”

“Yes, Dr. Michaels,” Simon replied. “I’m one of the managers in the department.”

“Good on you, ...