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THE loud shouts of the homeowner followed by several knocks on my door caused me to get up in bed. I forced to open the door for her, despite the fact that my head still hurt, and I still felt a little dizzy. "What's that, miss? Is there any problem?" full of irritation in my voice. "I don't have a problem but you... I know you have a problem," she said. That surprised me. "Huh? What do you mean, miss?" "Those shoes of yours. It fell off last night while your boss was carrying you." "My boss? Wait a minute! Are you talking about a man who is a bit older? Because, as I remember, Attorney Alfred was with me last night and-" "Tss! Scarlet, it's your boss. The CEO of the company. He drove you home because you were drunk. I even helped him open the door of your unit." "Oh my god! Thank y