"Where am I?"
Stefan squinted his eyes in irritation as the sun rays hit his face directly.
"Sir, you're on your way home," Angelo spoke out as he saw his boss finally wake up from his good night sleep.
It was a cold morning judging how the temperature drop could be felt inside the car too.
A piercing pain that Stefan constantly felt was no joke. What did he do last night to be like this?
"Did I drink too much at the party?" He asked his driver to recall how many glasses did he chug to become like this.
"No, Sir. You left the party quite early. I suppose you drank at a bar after that," Angelo replied.
Stefan finally remembered when he left the party along with the reason, just to dampen his mood further. That has to be the prime reason why he drank so much last night.
"Thanks Angelo. From which bar you picked me up?" he asked while trying his best to remember what happened for the rest of the night.
