Anastasia

Chapter 25: Drunk

Anastasia.

Overdose- ciara

This whole week had been slightly stressful, Antonio started his job. My father had helped him ease into it by giving him rides on Tuesday. He didn't go to school for half of the week, since he was getting into the system.

Mean while my father is going to take me to his job Friday, but this whole week he has been teaching me more manners and being rude and kind to different situations. He told me it's all apart of being the boss, he was known for being a nicer version of himself.

Therefore when I come to the Job they would expect a huge awakening.

It's currently Thursday night, throughout the week i've been meeting up with Xavier and the rest of us. Just to catch up and do normal things, the weird thing about it is that it seems as if nothing has changed between all of us.

Everything seemed normal, he doesn't go to school with us instead he stays at home helping his brother but sometimes when he doesn't hang out with us. It's more like he is helping with his father at work.

My father gave me a couple of papers, which they all read people's names and identifications. Showing their name, BOB, what they look like. Where they live, and any other information. What I looked at most was their face and the position they were in.

Since my father is stepping down, Jane would be also. They both have enough money to be fine for the rest of their lives. Which means I would have to get another PA for myself, I just hope it's someone good enough for the job.

Father was giving me tips for each hiring method, he said make sure to do the background checks on everything. Just to be careful more of the time.

Anyways back to Antonio, I haven't been seeing him much. As I said this job has been taking time away from us.

I know he get's off tomorrow to recollect himself from everything, he told me that he would be back in school Friday. Which is tomorrow.

Having my knees up to my chest and my glasses on the brim of my nose, I look over everyone's papers. This is harder than it looks, right now i'm just looking more at the important people rather than the ones that just take notes.

Leaving key pointers on each paper, the sun is glazing on the papers. Making it golden hour, I hear my window creak open. I recall Antonio asking for me to leave the window unlocked so I did.

Pushing my glasses up more on to my face, I look at him. He looks tired, I know climbing up to my window isn't easy but he hasn't looked like this ever when he did so.

Putting one foot first on my bay window, stepping over my pillows that fell and stumbling into my room. My eye brows furrow when he takes his shoes off and his eyes lay lazy on his face.

Closing the one folder that holds important phone numbers, and sitting on my knees watching him trip over himself. "Antonio?" I question him and he looks at me and gives me a shly smile and sticks up his thumb.

He is drunk.

"Anastasia, I'm drunk." He says standing next to my bed, and I look up at him. I don't know what to do I know i've handle Toby being drunk but he is one of those happy drunks. Not sure what Antonio is though.

I smile up at him, "Can I sit on the bed?" He slurs, and points to the spot next to me.

Moving over a little bit, so he can just drop his dead weight on the bed. He smells of intoxication, if my father comes into the room it won't be a nice smell.