About the book: year / Dear Mr.... no, too formal. Hello sweetie no, it's still early. To whom it may concern, I am being completely frank, but before you continue reading this email, I want you to know that I drank enough alcoholic beverages this evening to make me drunk. Three margaritas, two shots and one beer because the booze was free. I think it's important to be sincere and honest with your colleagues, right? So I write everything honestly. I'm drunk, but I'm honest. Or was she simply drunk with lust? It's up to you. I like you so much that it clouds my mind and makes me do things that I would never dare to do sober. For example, write this letter. I hopelessly, stupidly, like a schoolgirl, fell in love with you, although you are the last man on earth with whom I should fall in love. Did you know that people in the office call you a sadist? Selfish. An insensitive, arrogant asshole. You bark but don't bite, and I'm not afraid of you. The thing is, I'd like you to leave marks on my skin while we lay naked under the sheets. I want you to see me as someone more than one of your employees one day. And while we're being honest, that navy blue suit you're wearing... with that crisp white shirt... I really want to loosen your tie and show you who's boss. With love, sincerely, yours.