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After his failed attempt to convince his father to reconsider his internship, he decided to apologize to Mr. Blackstone, hoping he could stop working in the mailroom.

Walking to the office drenched in coffee was not the impression he had in mind when he decided to set an appointment with his boss. But he could not cancel the meeting because that would only worsen the situation.

“Well, I would assume that you would at least come to the office in time and wear a more presentable attire,” Zach remembered his boss, Alex, telling him as he entered his office, like a cat who just came out of a dumpster.

Of course, the meeting did not go as he had planned. His boss still assigned him to the mailroom to work there until his boss decided that he had learned enough lessons.

He did not go to college to sort out packages and mail. It was just insane, but he had no choice. It was either that or out on the street. He might have a college degree, but without a job, he would starve.

“Give me two shots.” He shouted at the bar as he occupied the empty stool. Immediately upon recognizing him, two shot glasses appeared before him. He stared at it for a few seconds, contemplating his life.

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He could look for an actual job. His friends would probably hire him in their companies, but that would mean begging for it. His pride would not allow him to do that to himself.

As long as no one knew that he was working in the mailroom, that was better than asking his friends for help. He just had to be careful. He believed his boss would not tell anybody about it.

So far, the mailroom did not seem to know who he was. He just had to keep it that way. But tonight, he just wanted to forget and be himself again.

“Give me your special tonight.” The bartender already knew what he was asking for as he took a bottle from the upper glass case.

After downing his tequila shots, he held one glass of the finest scotch in his hand. The feel of it as it scratched his throat and passed down into his stomach was worth every penny he spent on it. It was delicious.

Was he ready to give up this life? The answer would be a definite NO.

“Hey, Zach. Where have you been?” Someone clapped him on his back and sat right beside him. He did not have to look to know who it was.

“Around...” He answered but not elaborating. He had been silent in their group, avoiding their calls and going to their usual hangouts. How could he when he was busy dealing with those stupid mail?

He was so tired by the time he left. When he tried to leave early, his boss required him to work overtime because he was late. But he was not used to waking up early.

Damn! How do these people live? He thought as he tried to do what they did. He could barely catch up with the female employees he worked with, and some of them were half his size.

“A little bird told me that you are now working.” His friend ordered the same thing that he was having before continuing. “An intern at the Blackstone Industries. Is that true?”

It seemed that news about him traveled fast. At least, that was the part he heard, not the rest of the story. “Yeah, where did you hear that?” It was better to answer it with another question.

“I heard that you are working with your father’s campaign.” And by using his friend’s ego to talk about himself rather than answering questions. “How is that going, Ryan?”

Ryan’s father was also running for another office term as a Senator of the nearby state. As politicians’ sons, they had become friends and college buddies. But they were not what one would call best friends.

They were buddies who benefited from each other when needed. After all, someday, they would also become politicians like their fathers. But they did not have a deep sense of commitment in their friendship.

“It is going well, I think,” Ryan answered as he turned around and scouted the room. “You know I don’t have the patience for it. But they said that Dad had a solid chance of winning again.” Saying it confidently as if he believed it.

But knowing his friend, he would not know shit about what was going on in his father’s campaign. In his opinion, Ryan was worse than him. But unlike his friend, he wished his father would have hired him in his campaign instead of sending him into the corporate world.

But he knew his father never trusted what he could do. All he saw in him was the disappointment he would give his family. Yes, he had brought several shameful acts into their family, but most of them were not his doing.

However, his father always saw the worse in him, believing the tabloids more than his words. Her mother did not care too much to even deal with him. So, yeah, in the end, he acted on it.

Could they blame him for doing what they already thought he did?

“Well, my friend, we should celebrate tonight,” Zach ordered another set of drinks for them while his friend waved his hands to the brunette and the blond on the other side of the bar.

“Yes, we should.” His friend answered as he smiled like a Cheshire cat about to eat his prey. “Why don’t you ladies order what you like? It is on us.” His friend started introducing himself. “And this is my friend, Zachary Andrews.”

“Just Zach.” He corrected as he shook the hands of the girls. But knowing his friend, he would use him as his wingman to score one of these girls. Which one, he would find out soon enough.

Then, of course, Zach would be stuck with the other one unless his dear friend was being greedy and decided to take both. But tonight, he just wanted to drink and be alone, so he hoped his friend would take the two with him and have his threesome.