How was he here?
She noticed that Melissa had not closed the door properly, and it was half-open. The noise in the room was very loud, without the soundproof door shut, and he must have overheard.
Sophia didn't know what to say to him for a moment. Finally, she said, "Are you the one… from Glinton University that day? How come you're here?"
Albert's eyes were a little cloudy, and he seemed drunk. He narrowed his eyes and laughed, "You still…sing…so bad!"
As he spoke, he walked over to her, grabbed the microphone from Sophia's hand, and shouted into it, "Do you know how badly you are singing?"
She did know actually. He didn't have to yell it into the mic!
Albert took a look at the screen, held up the mic, and started to sing along with the lyrics.
He had a good voice and a good sense of music. Sophia had heard him sing before and always thought that he would have made a good singer.
After the song, Albert suddenly turned to Sophia and said slowly, "It should be sung like that, you know?"
Then he handed the microphone to Sophia, "Your turn."
Sophia took it but did not go on singing. She looked out and grabbed a passing waiter, "This gentleman is drunk. Which room is he in? Please ask one of his friends to collect him."
The waiter quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, Miss. I hope he's not scaring you. This gentleman seems to have come alone. He doesn't have any friends here. Maybe you can check if he has a phone and calls someone to pick him up?"
Sophia awkwardly supported Albert up under his shoulders and sat him down on the sofa. He keeled over into a horizontal position.
She checked his pocket, and there was his cell phone.
His phone had no password. Sophia swiped and entered. She clicked on the call log and saw the last call was to someone named simply, "You."
The last call would probably be someone close to him. She dialed the number and immediately heard an automated message: "The number you have dialed is not in use."
She was confused. She took a look at the number and was stunned.
It was the number she used in her last life.
In the fire, her cell phone and sim card would have been destroyed, and so naturally, this number didn't work.
She looked at when this call had been made: only two hours ago!
Albert had dialed her old number this evening!
Sophia was shocked! He must have pressed the wrong number in his drunkenness, surely? Otherwise, what reason could he have for dialing an out of use number?
But that "You" was weird. Who would name another person's number as "You"? Why had he done that?
She didn't dwell on it and quickly called "Ryan," the second number on the call log.
After just a couple of rings, someone picked up, "Mr. Pearson, what's the matter?"
Judging by his words, he must be Albert's subordinate.
Sophia was confused. Albert was just an assistant. How could he have become a boss so quickly? He must have got promoted fast!
In some ways, it was not surprising that Pearson had left research and gone into business. Whether the business was big or small, he had the skills to become the boss.
"Mr. Pearson is drunk. Could you please come and pick him up?"
"Mr. Pearson's drunk? Right. Text me the address, I'll come right away." Ryan replied.
Sophia hung up and tucked it back into Albert's pocket. The waiter intended to take Albert back to his own room. But Sophia refused. His assistant would be here in a moment. She was happy for Albert Pearson to rest there for a while.
Carol and Mariah came back in together and saw Albert lying on the sofa. Carol shouted wildly, "No way! Look how strong our boss is! In the time we went to the bathroom, she got a hot guy back here and down on the sofa!"
She leaned in closer and said praisingly, "What a face and what a hot body! Good taste, boss! Do you want to do it here? How about… Mariah and I guard the door for you?"
This girl would really say anything when she got drunk.
Mariah also came over to take a look, and smiled, "He's much more handsome than that Charles Smith!"
Carol frowned and pushed Mariah, "Shut up! Why would you mention him?"
"Sorry." Mariah replied and dropped her head.
Sophia didn't remember much about this, Charles. She just knew that the previous owner of this body was after him. But she didn't care about that. Anyway, she didn't plan on paying attention to him ever again.
Not long after that, Ryan arrived. He politely thanked the three girls, went and picked up his boss, who was lying, passed out on the sofa.
Albert came to, struggled against, and said drowsily, "You're… here. I don't... go…"
Ryan smiled sadly, "Mr. Pearson, you drank too much… Why did you come to a karaoke bar on the other side of town alone? You really know how to make people worry about you…"
He sighed, turned his head, and smiled at Sophia, "Thank you. Sorry to trouble you."
"It's okay. See you then." Sophia took a look at the time, "We should go too. It's late. We have class tomorrow."
Ryan nodded, and half dragged, half carried Albert out of the room.
As soon as the two men left, Carol came over and said with a grin, "Boss, that Pearson guy is really hot! Why did n' t you ask him where he lives? At least, you should've got his number."
Mariah agreed, "Yes, boss. I've never seen such a handsome man. He looks like a movie star… Boss, why don't I catch them up and ask for you? They won't have gone far…"
She was already heading out the door as she spoke.
Sophia grabbed her back. She regretted agreeing to come out with them. She should've stopped these two "adults" from drinking at dinner. What if these two got crazy together?
Right then, Melissa came back. Sophia decided it was time they all went home. Worried about the two drunk girls, Melissa and her walked them home before heading back themselves.