❤️ 🥺 Drinks with the Boss 🥺 ❤️ (F4M) (Work Friends to Lovers) (Adorable Overworked Boss) (Accidentally Pushing You to the Floor)

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I've cured everyone my desk, oh well. I just have an amazing cleaner that comes and cleans it up because all I do is work, and I don't clean or do anything else, so might as well make the most of it. Oh, good god, woman.

Listen to you, look at you. What are you doing? Sat on your office floor, drunk, avoiding the early Christmas party, and feeling sorry for yourself.

Are you proud? Is this what you envisioned, huh? College, all those late nights studying, was it worth it? I mean, the financial independence is good, but the rest? Maybe not so much.

You're an executive in this company, and you were too embarrassed to go to the party because you didn't have a date. That is some sad bitch energy right there, my girl. And you should feel a little bit embarrassed.

If your mama could see you now, what would she say? She'd say, why don't you have a husband? And I'd say, because I don't have any time to myself, that's what I'd say.

And I'm talking out loud to myself while people downstairs are partying, and having a good time, and kissing, and I'm just here. Just me and myself. And I'm too tired to even have an emotional outburst.

You're not an ick girl, you're an ick girl. And I have done this myself. And I have no choice but to wait till everybody's gone and then go home to my fabulous apartment, where no one is waiting for me.

Not even a cab, because I never go home. Hello? Hi.

You enjoying the party? No, no, no, no, no, no, no. It's so much work to do, you know? And I just thought, well, who's gonna do that? These guys have worked hard all year.

You deserve to go to the party. And I'll just, you know, send a few emails to finish off. So yeah, that's sitting on the floor with those shoes on.

It's nearly Christmas, right? So I thought, you know, casual. And, um, I might have snuck some of the booze from downstairs, brought it upstairs, sucked on it, and now, um, the floor is the safest space.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Please go back to the party. Enjoy yourself.

I'm just, this is how I unwind. Alone. Up high.

Closely alone. Oh, God. Sorry, sorry.

Sorry, sorry, sorry. I'm really sorry. I'm just being stupid.

It's just, it's been a crazy quarter, you know? It's been stressful, and we're all tired, and I just, I just felt like relaxing in my office on my own. So nothing about this is sad.

Huh. That's kind. You really don't have to come sit with me.

I really appreciate the offer, but I can see that downstairs is really fun, and up here, it's, uh, probably less so. So, honestly, just please go about your fun business. Oh, yeah? Why are people not enjoying the party? Oh.

Then why aren't you enjoying the party? You can come seek refuge with me, if you'd like. But no pressure.

I realize it doesn't have flashing lights and people in here, so. Oh. Hi.

Take a seat squishy carpet. Why aren't you enjoying the party? Don't be silly.

I'm not exactly the life of the party. Besides, everyone just goes weird when I'm there. They're like, oh, no, executive, hide.

Like, I'm going to fire them on the spot. Well, thank you. You know, whenever you're just saying that to be kind.

Really? Well, no, I, I like working with you too. It's just, can I tell you a secret? That's not really a secret, because I tell most people, um, I don't drink very often.

And so when I do, it hits me really fast. And what comes along with the flushing of alcohol through your veins is the flushing of a realization that all I do is work. Even when I'm at home, which is rare.

I'm thinking about work. I'm worrying about work. I'm answering work emails on a work computer for work.

I even dream about work. It's not funny. It's very sad.

Especially when you consider I don't live to work. Now, don't get me wrong. The money is great.

And I really like having a nice apartment and nice clothes and a cool car. But if I'm too embarrassed to go to my own work's Christmas party, am I really winning at life? Because everybody, and I do mean literally everybody, is either in a relationship, about to get into a relationship, married, or has children.

And although I don't know if I want children, there's no fear of them coming on the horizon anytime soon because I need a man in order to make children. And the only men I see are the men I work with. So that means they're either terrified of me or they think I'm a bitch.

When I'm not a bitch, I just demand high standards from my staff. Right? Thank you.

It's so. .. I guess the point is, I am admitting to you, the person that I work with most closely, that I was too embarrassed to go to the party because I didn't have a man.

I am a failure of a modern-day woman. And I'm really embarrassed that I'm admitting this, but what's the point? You don't get any prizes for lying or toughing it out or braving it anyway, so that's the reason I didn't go to the party.

The party that I planned, paid for, spent time and effort organizing, and I am watching from up on high like a little bitch baby. And I'm very sorry to just dump all this on you, but you came in with such good intentions and a shiny face, and I just thought, well, faggot, if they ask what's wrong, I'll tell them the truth. And moving forward in our work relationship, there'll always be the underlying little awkwardness.

Merry Christmas to you. You don't have to be nice to me. Oh, yeah.

Admirable, strong, clear job. That's me. Oh, and what did you mean? Funny.

Have I ever made a joke? Goofy? What do I do that's goofy? No, the pens have to be in alphabetical order, otherwise.

.. Let's go look. Well, it makes sense to me.

I guess I forget how much you've seen. Am I repressed? Fair enough.

Might you care to join the no-shoes drinking party? Please. It'd be nice to have a guest.

Oh, doesn't that feel better? Your feet all squitching in the carpet. Connecting with the corporate ground.

Feel the zen of capitalism. Thank you. For saying I'm not a mess, and I'm funny and goofy and giving me descriptors that aren't just work-based.

Mm-hmm. It's nice to be thought of as a human. At least every now and again.

I probably don't have to say this, but I'd appreciate it if you didn't go telling people that you found the boss upstairs without her shoes on. Boost out of her mind. Thank you.

And to ensure you don't, I'm going to ensure you get drunk with me. There's still a brain rambling around here in all this chaos. Have you ever had a Korean barbecue? Me neither.

And it looks so good, and everybody talks about that place on Main Street where yes, they give you extra rations of pork, and I have never been because I am relegated to office salads. Dare we go sneak out, away from the party, and go enjoy the party? Dare we go sneak out, away from the party, and go enjoy a Korean barbecue? I'm very serious.

Yeah? You really want to go? Yeah, but I don't even really like champagne.

I definitely don't like most of the people we work with. To the barbecue! Hopefully it'll sober me up some.

Shoes, yes. We will need shoes. Thank you.

Mmm, don't be silly. High drivers always alcohol, it's not a problem. Besides, you don't want to stay in a creepy hotel.

I know the train's finished. That's fine, you're not imposing. I have a spare bedroom, and I think somewhere spare slippers.

I don't know, but it's cold. I second thoughts, I don't think we should have got sake with the Korean barbecue. Why do they serve sake if sake is Japanese? Ah, they prey on western ignorance, I like it.

Welcome. Mikasa is barely Mikasa, so why not let it be Tsukasa? This is where the sleeping happens.

And not much else. Because as we've established, I'm a failure of a human being. Okay, I'm sorry, fine.

This is where the boss-ass bitch-girl girl boss lives? Don't ever refer to me as a girl boss. I'm just a lady with pushy parents, and no social skills, so I had to excel at work.

Hey, heels. Why are you so sexy? It's so inconvenient to take off.

Please. Thank you. You struggling?