Fucking An Employee I

The bottle of alcohol sat half-empty on my wide desk. My head throbbed in a dull, insistent drumbeat behind my eyes. The chill of the air conditioning felt like a blessing and a curse at the same time, raising goosebumps on my arms while doing little to cut through my haze. I stared at the blinking cursor on my monitor, the quarterly report mocking me with its blankness. This was not how I pictured my Friday night. This was not how I pictured any night.

“Talia? ...