The next morning, Persephone’s groans echoed in the room and all higher ups gave her a weird look but she continued to hit her head on the table.“You shouldn’t drink.” Randall signed, walking away with his breakfast.“True, your alcohol tolerance is pathetic.” Vera nodded, sitting beside her.“Argh, My head.” She groaned, rubbing her temples, remembering nothing from last night.Only blurred images she had no interest in recalling- must be a random fight or whatsoever in her mind.“Dammit.” She cursed, slamming her hand down on the table. Hissing in the throbbing pain of constant drinking.“What happened?” Vera asked, taking a bite of her food calmly. She glanced at her from the corner of her eyes, amused by her whining, making everyone else’s morning worthwhile.“I got drunk last night.” She muttered, frowning, turning her face to her.“Obviously.” She hummed.“You shouldn’t drink. Especially at night.” Her posture was stern, collected and nonchalantly. “Who knows one day news com
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