Sam's POV
I have no clue who the chick next to me is. She smells like sweat and beer. Ew. I rolled off the couch and crept to the door. I slipped out into the hall and walked to the lobby. My messy hair kept falling in my face and my coat was slung over my shoulders. I don't think I look like I just had a one nightstand but honestly I don't fückïng care. Not many people were on the street surprisingly but it was a Saturday morning and nobody wants to be up this early on a Saturday. I called a taxi and started my journey home. Thankfully it want too long. I unlocked my apartment and grabbed the pack of cigarettes on the counter. I heard I have a new assistant coming from America. I'm not necessarily excited because last time the girl ran out of my office and never came back. So I guess you could say my experience with assistants is not that great.
