As I try to get the bartender's attention, a particularly stern voice cuts through the noise.
"Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes?"
I recognise him immediately and close my eyes as the hairs on the back of my neck stand on edge. Turning around slowly, I find Mr Jeremy James Cordina a.k.a. The Boss, towering over me, tall and proud, his chest inches away from my nose. My knees almost give under the weight of his icy, blue gaze. His expression is cold and arrogant and I am suddenly reminded of his nasty phone call earlier today.
I don't know if it's the alcohol in my system or all the curve balls this night keeps throwing at me, but suddenly, my head flushes and my throat snaps and before I know it, my mouth takes charge and answers his question without passing it through a diplomacy filter.
"I must be since you can't seem to keep your eyes off me."
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