Next day

Katherine hummed in her sleep, as she tried to roll onto her stomach but met an obstacle. Her brows creased, her eyelids twitching before she slowly opened her eyes. It was at that moment she realized she wasn't lying on her not so big but comfy bed. The memories of yesterday's unexpected events began to flood her mind.

"Aahh..." she gasped, as she hurriedly sat up.

It just occurred to her that her boss was supposed to be the one sleeping on the sofa.

She slowly tilted her head to the side and saw the man sitting behind his desk, his face serious and concentrated as he stared at his computer screen. It was as if he had never drunk to oblivion last night. She felt her body shudder as she shrunk in feat trying to make herself less visible.

'Does it mean he doesn't experience a hangover?' she wondered, remembering the few times she'd had to deal with piercing headaches and other effects after drinking an excess of alcohol. Clearly, she was astonished by the man's calm and immersed in