Director Moore never knew that dealing with a drunk woman could be so troublesome.
She was peacefully sleeping in the back seat of his car just before, but now, after waking him up and bringing her back to the apartment, Tilly Zimmerman has turned into a weepy mess.
With a wave of her arm and a hoarse shout, "Director Moore! Today, if I don't drink that pretty boy under the table, I won't be a Zimmerman! Come on! Waiter! More drinks!"
Tilly Zimmerman roared with vigor, then continued to mutter to herself, "Little runt, to think you don't know what's good for you, daring to compete with our grand CEO over a woman, looks like you're asking for a lesson..."
Nathan Moore held his forehead, with one hand tightly grabbing his flailing secretary to prevent her from running around the living room, and with the other, he reached into the pocket of his dress pants to pull out his phone, intending to call the manager to take this troublesome woman away.
