elling at the Wrong Door: How I Drunkenly Accused My Boss of Breaking My Heart
Language: en
Drunk, I ran over and banged on the door of my boss—the man I had been secretly in love with. I cried and cursed him out for being a heartless jerk. After I yelled for a good while, a cold voice came from behind me: "Nina, come here! You're yelling at the wrong door!"