The Contract

Chapter 53-The Hangover

I groaned and turned to the other side, only to my surprise, I fell to the floor with a thud. "Shit!" I groaned as my head throbbed painfully.

Slowly, I sat up, my hand pressing against my forehead, trying to ease the ache. I glanced around, still sitting on the floor. I was in the living room. What the heck?

I had just fallen off one of the couches. What was I doing here? I was still in yesterday's clothes and reeked of alcohol.

Oh gosh... Did I pass out here?

"Mrs. Ferrari, are you okay?" Evelyn's voice cut through my haze. I looked up to see her, but before I could answer, my phone started ringing from my bag, and my headache grew worse.

I winced. "I'll get you some pain relief," Evelyn said, heading off while I fumbled for my phone. I answered it. "Hello?"

"Pearl Vega?"

I sat up straighter. "Yes?" I made sure to sound as professional as I could, despite the pounding in my head.

"I'm Hunter, from logistics."

"Oh." I pushed my hair back from my face and cleared my throat. "What’s up?"

What's up? Seriously? Is that all your hungover ass could come up with?

"We’re making some changes to the seating arrangements" he said. "Okay," I said, reaching for the ledger in my bag. "What’s changing?"

"Glen Coco will be showing up with her fiancé, so we’ll need to move Kelsey to the front."

"Got it." I wrote it down. "What about Big Bang Bishop?"

"We'll need to move him because of the mishap with Steven. Put Nova at table 4, she'll be performing alongside Luna Lei."

"Is Jansen coming?" I asked.

"No reply yet. He didn’t get a nomination this year, so I doubt it," he replied. "I’ll call you back if anything changes."

"Sure." The call ended, and I dropped my phone with a sigh. Evelyn came back with the water and pain relief, which I took in one quick gulp. Another sigh escaped me. "What time did I get home last night?"

"A little past 12."

"Gosh," I muttered, raking my hands through my hair. "Please, run me a warm bath."

Evelyn nodded and headed upstairs. I grabbed my bag and phone, still reeling from the night before.

I shouldn't be getting drunk on weekdays. Why couldn’t we just wait until the weekend?

I groaned, gathering all my energy to get up. I grabbed my heels and turned to head upstairs, only to see Jeffrey standing by the door.

"Good morning, Mrs. Ferrari," he greeted.

I nodded drowsily, managing a faint smile, and headed upstairs.

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Hours later, I had spent an hour in the tub and, unsurprisingly, had fallen asleep in there. When I finally got out and put on a white robe, I passed out on the bed.

My phone’s ring at noon pulled me from my sleep. I answered without checking the caller ID.

"Hey," Kourtney’s voice drawled from the other end. "What's up?" I muttered, barely able to stay awake.

"Aren’t you showing up today?" she asked, sounding concerned. I hummed in response, not fully processing her question.

"Pearl, are you there?" she asked again. I just dropped the phone beside me and tried to go back to sleep.