Don took a moment as he looked around his bedroom. The events of last night were a blur. He drank nothing last night, so why can't he recall what happened? Who was the naked woman in his bed?
He tried to clear up the mess, including tequila bottles scattered across the floor. Then found a white envelope marked "Don".
He was shocked at its contents.
The letter inside read:
“Dearest Don, sorry about all the mess. The woman’s name is Diane. Don’t fucking screw this up for me. I know where you live.
Well...where we live.”
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Paul Stewart
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