First thing I feel when I wake up is the hard floor, shortly followed by a pounding headache and nausea.

"Ughhh, what happened?" I say to myself.

I get up and almost immediately regret it as I almost throw up, I rush to the toilet and blech. My mouth tasted like roadkill.

"Fuck, what did that stuff do to me?" I mumble quietly.

I look at my watch and panickedly realize I'm 10 minutes late and that my eyes were bloodshot after looking in a mirror.

"Dammit."

I quickly put on some makeup and run as fast as I can to work.

I burst through the door and Mayor Lee is standing there red-faced and angry. I duck as he throws a mug at me and yells.

"WHERE WERE YOU! GET TO WORK YOU LAZY MUTT!"

"Sorry, Sir I overslept, I'll get to work right away!" I squeaked.

I rush to my desk and get to work immediately uneased by the Mayor's anger. It's not that he isn't always angry, it just seems like he's REALLY mad this time.

12 Hours Later

I was absolutely beat, the fatigue combined with the stress made me irritable and short tempered, it took everything I had not to yell at the abusive Mayor.

I look at the Mayor busy smoking a Cigar and decide to clock out.

"I'm clocking out Sir."

Mayor Lee just grumbled in response.

I walk home and immediately get soaked from the storm outside.

"Fuck." I mutter.

I rush home and slam my door behind, my teeth chattering and settle on my couch to relax.

2 Hours Later

BANG BANG BANG
I jerk up up, having fallen asleep on the couch almost an hour ago. I rush to the door and see Mayor Lee standing there looking more pissed than I've ever seen him.

"WHY AREN'T YOU AT WORK!"

"Sir, I told ya I was clocking out." I said quickly, scared.

"EXCUSES! GET BACK TO WORK YOU ALCOHOLIC MUTT!"

I gasp."How did you know sir?"

"You insignificant mutt, you think I wouldn't notice you showing up to work hungover!?"

"I'm sorry, sir." I say quietly.

"SORRY, JUST SORRY!"

The Mayor stood there yelling about missing quotas and he tried to throw one of his pens at me and slipped right off the cliffside!

"MAYOR LEE!" I scream.

I pull out my employee radio and call for help.

30 Minutes Later

"The Mayor will be okay Isabelle, however he will be in the City Hospital for a few months, he took quite a fall."

"Who will run the town!" I exclaim.

"Well as his Secretary that job falls to you."

I can almost feel the weight falling on my shoulders.

"Thank you Edward, have a good night."

"Of course Isabelle, hang in there."

I walk back inside and collapse at my desk sobbing.

"I can't do this! I can barely work as a Secretary, how am I supposed to be Mayor!"

I pour myself a shot of whisky hoping I can drown my troubles with the bottle.

I feel it burn as it goes down my throat and helps ease the weight in my stomach.

"I can't do this…." I whisper to myself.