“You were very drunk, and the Andersons said they would drop you home, so—”
Scrunching her brows, Emma snapped. “What? How could you let strangers drop me anywhere when I was that drunk?” If the manager had dropped her home last night, nothing of that sort would have happened.
“Hey, it’s not like I didn’t offer, but they insisted, and you insisted too.” Opening the door, he added, “I wouldn’t have let them take you if only they had insisted, but even you were pretty adamant about leaving with them so—”
“Next time, don’t ever let strangers take me anywhere while I am working, even if I insist with all my heart and soul.”
Making way for her to leave, the manager nodded. “Alright, I’ll keep that in mind. But Daniel and Owen Anderson are gentlemen, so I thought—”
“Gentlemen my ass—” she muttered while walking out of the room.
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[REST ROOM]
