“I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me,” I stuttered, my heart fluttering in panic. “It's fine, I swear,” he assured me, “It's most likely the drinks,” he shrugged, staring at me with those bloody admiring eyes again. “Please don't look at me like that,” I groaned, “This wasn't professional and it shouldn't have happened, I need to leave now. I'll take a cab from here,” I insisted, frantically tugging on the door handle. “Let's not be irrational, we're in the middle of traffic, Az–” “That's Ms Kuorus to you and you don't tell me what to do for Christ's sake!” I yelled, finally getting the door to open, making the driver stare daggers at me, “If I hear a single word about this, I'm not going to take it likely and it shall be treated as defamation of character. Do I make myself cl