Begin Again novel Chapter 131

Eden snatched her phone from the kitchen counter and called Clara.

"What's going on?" Liam's assistant sounded sleepy and confused, not surprising since most people usually are at this time of the night.

Eden fumed anew. She should be sleepy and confused as well instead of trying to get Liam home.

"Mr Anderson is passed out on my couch. What do I do?"

"What do you mean the Dragon is passed out on your couch?"

"Exactly that, Clara," Eden snapped, well aware she was a little unreasonable at the moment, and it wasn't her friend's fault. "Now, what's the company protocol in such situations? Do you come over to pick him up?"

"Why me?"

"You are his assistant," Eden sighed and glared at her friends still keeping vigil beside Liam, like he was some saint or a deity, and just by being in his presence, they could all absorb his powers.

"Wait, let me call Gibby. Maybe she'll know what to do."

"She doesn't work for Anderson Logistics anymore," Eden reminded her. "I don't think we can just call her willy nilly."

"What other choice do we have?" Clara asked on her end and hung up before Eden could even think up a comeback.

She had to wait ten minutes to learn there was no company protocol for such situations because it had never happened before— a CEO had never passed out on his employee's couch in the past.

Well, maybe now was the right time for Zara from HR to start drafting said protocol, Eden thought, her irritation at its maximum level now. She was so tempted to throw a bucket of cold water on Liam and send him scampering. But her couch—her beautiful brand new couch—would be ruined.

"How bad is he?" Gibby asked.

This was way over Clara's area of expertise because Liam's former assistant had decided to come out of retirement briefly and handle this shit herself.

"He's out cold and hasn't stirred since I came home about half an hour ago," Eden explained, staring at the clock above Grammy's vintage fridge.

Thirty minutes.

That's how long it's been, but it felt like a century, and she had aged a lifetime since.

"I think it's best to let him sleep it off. His security detail will drive him home in the morning."

"No!" Eden panicked. Leaving Liam passed out on her couch was a terrible idea for many reasons. "Gibby, James and his men are waiting outside my house; I'm sure they can drag him out of here."

"Eden, he came to you for a reason," Gibby said softly. "Let him sleep it off, and you can talk this out with him in the morning."

"But isn't it inappropriate?" She asked, grasping at anything to make this mess go away.

"What's inappropriate?" Gibby wanted to know.

"I mean, Mr Anderson, being here? He's my boss and well—"

Gibby breathed in sharply on her end, and Eden could almost picture her pinch the bridge of her nose in frustration like she used to when she had reached her limit with her daydreaming.