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I heard my voice ordering another glass of drink.
Okay, I am drunk!
And not just regular drunk! I am drunk enough to we're myself as the queen of this word. I m drunk enough to beat the shit out of Blake!
I am drunk enough to smash his head hard on the wall. I am drunk to forget everything about this life! I am drunk enough to make his life hell!
"I need one more glass!" I shouted. My figure was clumsy and my hair? Oh, they were a blizzard
I need to do something right now to smash all the dirt on his face!
But what can I do?
But what can I do to strangle his figure in public?
I got up, I was tipsy, I was hardly able to walk and mumbling what I cannot even understand.
I saw him. His tall figure around the corner, he was engulfed in talking to another girl.
The way that girl was chuckling at whatever he is saying, she was so close to him and despite knowing that I am here with him, he is flirting back.
I could the closeness between them with my eyes. I could the air around them and it was making me unpleasant.
An idea erupted in my mind. What if I do the same? What if I go and flirt with every man in this room! Following the paths of the mission, at least this way he would be ashamed to have me as his fiancee and he would let me go, on the other hand, nothing would be better than this to ridicule him.
I started walking with my tipsy and crumbling legs while carrying a glass in my hands.
In the process of making him stare with horror to get ashamed with associated with such a lady who has no class, no etiquette to behave respectably.
And I was so lost in myself that I didn't realise I got collided with some.
A tall figure was standing ahead of me, actually not just staring, his arms were around my waist.
I couldn't see his face, but his hair was blonde, and yes of course he had an English accent to perform.
Great!
Now, Mr Jensen needs to see me in this position. I put my arms around his neck, not to strangle, but to stroke, his hair, to drive him mad and why not? This is the only way to put a stop to my nonsensical life.
I felt the hold on my waist getting tighter, it was exactly the moment when the guy was to lean on me to kiss me if I was allowed to do so. However, I only want Mr Jensen to see this rather than wasting his time with a plastic girl.
So, I searched for him in a position where my head was tangled in the air, I was half bent and that blonde was gripping me from my waist, saving me from not falling. Actually, in a metaphorical world, he is not saving me I am doing this on purpose to fall myself in the image of certain people.
I searched for him everywhere, looked around every corner of this room but felt disheartened when I didn't find even a hint of his shadow.
The guy was leaning on me to kiss me and I cannot let that happen, so I stomped on his foot, making him yelp in pain.
Poor guy!
I didn't realise I was turning devilish when I got drunk, I ran from the blonde's presence to come to a safer place.
This isn't going to work! If I want to defame him, he needs to look at what I am doing with other men in front of him otherwise it all will be a waste.
My throat we burning, and my eyes were watery from the atmosphere. I closed my eyes and sat on the sofa to rest for a while when everyone was busy chit-chatting.
I don't understand who gave these people the idea of having a drink section in a business get together.
What they were thinking? When do they come up with the idea? That person who is half drunk and half lost is going to make sense when they will talk about business?
I cleared my throat to calm my nerves down and to know where is he? Why did he leave me alone again?
But first thing first! I need to go washroom, to make myself the same again. If he is not here in the same room as I am, I should not behave like a mess as I was behaving and I should maintain a distance from all the jerks!
I got up and asked a waiter about the pathway to a washroom.
He pointed his finger and told me it was at the end of the corner, but I don't think I wanted to go in there.
Everywhere I could hear people were gossiping and whispering to each other. So I asked him about an empty area where I would not get any glances and hear whispering and gossiping about anyone.
He directed me to go upstairs where I could find a suitable cubicle washroom to cleanse my soul and moderate my life.
"You heard, Mrs grace threw a gala day before yesterday,"
"Oh yes! She is such a witch!"
"She is a devilish lady who can snatch any man from her power,"
"Oh shut up!"
To women in their late twenties who were talking to each other, oh bullshit! They were not talking, they were snarling as monsters to each other about a third woman.
Then I passed by a round table where all men were seated in their black coats.
"Mr Peter, I need this deal done by tonight, otherwise you know what j can do to you,"
"I will get it done by tonight anyhow, and if I didn't you can chop my head with your hand!"
Listening to the last one almost made me vomit.
Such vicious people are here in the same room as I am, breathing the same air as I am, yet everyone has different thoughts to live the way they want.
I didn't use upstairs, I didn't want to grab any attention when Mr Jensen is not here, because as far as I know, I wrong move of mine and these people will burn me up to my death in the same area where they were chatting and enjoying their night.
Somehow, in the process of analysing everyone, I found an elevator to save my life.
After cleaning up I need to do two things. First, I need to find Mr Jensen as soon as possible. Second, I will offend him after finding him.
With a mission accomplished in my mind, I went inside the elevator.
The problem is, I was thinking I would be alone for a while but A man was there, I couldn't see his face, as he was wearing a hat and black sunglasses.
I wasn't able to recognise him, he must be a stranger! Of course, he is a stranger.
He also had a moustache, which was quite an oblivion to my eyes. It was foolish actually, the way that man's moustache was covering the rest of the face is insane.
I need to ignore his presence and focus on my own life.
Abruptly, when a heard the sound of the alarm, I realised I finally reached the area where I could be alone for a while and clean the mess that I have created.
The same man was looking straight, his posture was telling me something was not right, and his trembling fingers were telling me he was anxious about something.
Is something about to happen?
Maybe I am exaggerating as always or maybe I have drunk too much to hallucinate again and again.
But whatever it is! I need to make my mind clear about my mission. I need to find Mr Jensen, and later I will intrude on him ahead of everyone.