The sun had risen, and Richard was worn-out from his last night's adventure. He was constantly trying to hold down his gagging before he would puke his breakfast out in the toilet in his office. The police were still looking for his mother, as well as SCC who had indeed received the request.
However, Richard wasn't actually looking forward to hearing from SCC.
When he started working, he could feel his vision swirling. Instead of reviewing documents, he ended up sitting on his chair and inevitably sleeping soundly. His mind was also left creative, with the vivid flashes of his drunken memory.
Knock, knock.
His secretary knocked on his door and called out to him. "Sir? Sir Richard?" The secretary then walked in to find his boss sleeping, drool spilling from his slightly open mouth. He looked so pathetic that the secretary wanted to take a photo. If only that wouldn't make him lose his job…
