He Used Me as His Drinking Shield, Then Chose His Secretary

Nigel Matthews was allergic to alcohol. In the three years we'd built the company together, I'd taken on every deal that came with a bottle attached, every toast, every negotiation soaked in liquor. Not once did I let a single drop touch his lips.

At the gala celebrating the company's IPO, I was at it again, holding the line ten drinkers deep, drinking on his behalf.

Halfway through the banquet, I stepped away to take a sobriety pill and catch my breath.

That was when I saw him slipping my sobriety pill between the lips of his little secretary.