The Lost One

It’s not scary when your ex turns out to be from a race of even-toed animals. There’s always a way to drown your grief in a glass and find adventure in the most inappropriate place at the most inappropriate time. My adventures appeared in the form of two devilishly handsome men in the private room of one of the capital’s clubs. And no—don’t think anything. I don’t work there… it just happened. Completely by accident. Somehow there was more alcohol in me than I needed, completely by accident I agreed to my friend’s urging to replace one of the dancers. And this whole story was supposed to end right there, in the private room. But in the morning, a surprise awaited me—in the office. During a meeting.