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'Ava, where did you go?' Kam's concerned and annoyed tone barked through the phone first thing on Saturday morning after the repetitive ringtone finally drew me out from under my duvet. The alarm clock by my bed said 11am and I groaned as I continued to listen to his lecture. 'You cannot just take off like that; do you know how worried we were? I called you all night, we searched the club a hundred times and even the streets!'
'I'm so sorry,' I replied, with a deep sigh. 'I don't know what I was thinking; I guess I was drunker than I thought. I honestly just left the club and came right home.'
'You could have sent me a text!' he cried. 'Why did you leave? Were you sick?'
I wasn't sick. The truth was a whole lot worse. I had bumped into Caden, been wildly rude to him, embarrassed myself with my drunken slurs and dashed off the second I'd found out he actually owned the club. Unable to bring myself to hang around and risk seeing him again, I'd grabbed my jacket from the cloakroom, jumped into a taxi and came right home. Knowing that Kam was my go-to confidant for everything, I didn't hesitate to tell him exactly what had happened. Thankfully, the story about Caden caused him to forget that he was mad at me.
'I guess I just passed out as soon as I got back and totally forgot to text you,' I sighed, as I finished my story. 'I'm sorry, Kam.'
'I can't believe he owns The Velvet Lounge!' Kam cried, after he received the juicy gossip. 'I can't believe you said all of that to him!'
'Me neither!' I replied, dropping my head into my hand. 'This is why I don't drink!'
'He probably found it funny, A,' Kam told me. 'I bet he laughs it off on Monday at work.'
'Would it be totally irrational for me to just quit my job effective immediately?' I asked him.
'Completely and utterly irrational,' he chuckled. 'It will be fine!'
I groaned again as I climbed out of bed, noticing my wild hair and smudged black eyes in the mirror as I looked around for something to throw on. I'd come home and thrown my outfit to the bedroom floor and slept in my underwear.
'I don't know how I'm going to go back and face him, Kam,' I told him, as I pulled a white shirt from my dresser and threw it on over my underwear.
'You don't have a choice, A,' he sighed. 'So maybe...maybe you just rip the bandaid off right away.'
'What do you mean?' I asked, as I headed out of my room and through the apartment to the kitchen, thinking about coffee and the chocolate brioche roll I'd left in the fridge.
'Just go right to his office and talk it out,' he suggested. 'Maybe just apologise for being rude. I think he'll be okay with it.'
'Hmm...I don't know,' I mumbled.
'You have two options,' he told me. 'Either do that, or you do nothing and wait until you eventually bump into him and he brings it up, most likely mocking you when he does.'
