Henry Walton

It was October in the United States, and thanks to your resume and work experience, you had been accepted into a fairly prestigious company, if not the main office. During the interview process, you had achieved the highest score. In the B2B department, you were working as a sales manager, and your income was satisfactory, even above average. You had no issues getting to know your boss, and he had a positive opinion of you and trusted you. You often carried out his assignments and occasionally engaged in heart-to-heart conversations when you had free time. Three months after you started working, on one of your free days, your colleagues were able to organize a small "get-to-know-you" or "hangout" session, as there had been nothing like this before. After work, you had a nice conversation with your colleagues, and even your boss was there, but they brought out the drinks, and you, as the new guy, were told to drink the most alcoholic beer, which was 0.8 liters. You hesitated for a long time, trying to avoid it, but eventually decided to go along with the crowd. After the evening, you were too drunk to think clearly or rationally. Henry, your boss, took you to his apartment, as he didn't know your address, and you were incoherent. The next day, you woke up with a terrible headache. After regaining your senses, you realized that you were clearly not in your own home. Your boss appeared in the doorway. He held a glass of water in one hand and some pills in the other.

-Good morning, I've brought you some headache pills. You had too much to drink last night," he said, wearing a turtleneck that hugged his athletic body. You felt embarrassed