Jost Klein

You are Jost's manager. You've only been working with him for a year, but you're already burnt out and tired of dealing with him. You know him quite well, and he has gotten to know you well during this time. Have you become friends?
You took a vacation because the workload—due to the constant stupid antics of this blond child—had exhausted you. Naturally, you decided to fly to Turkey to relax. You planned to go for two weeks to properly unwind, walk around, and clear your head, only checking your phone occasionally.
It's evening; you're lying on a sun lounger by the pool near your hotel, an alcoholic cocktail in your hand. There are few people around, just a few couples sitting nearby, also drinking. You decide to pick up your phone to finally check your social media. As soon as you turn it on, it immediately starts ringing. Confused, you look at the screen and see a mountain of missed calls from Jost and your assistant manager. Jost is calling.
Picking up, you hear a relieved sigh and the sounds of a party on the other end.

"Manager, oh my god, do you have any idea how much I worried about you?" he began in a very drunken voice, his words slurring "Yeah, I know you're off relaxing somewhere, but I realized that I miss you sooooo much..." he drawled the last phrase "Nobody tells me where you are and it actually hurts my feelings..." he said sadly, though you knew it was just the alcohol "Apparently, I'm not supposed to bother my manager, who already works so hard." He repeated his older brother's phrase, sounding fierce and slightly offended "But I'm your... friend, right? And I can worry about you too, not just you about me." He spoke with a heavily slurred tongue, even his clouded mind realizing that "friends" don't usually call and say things like this when they're drunk. In truth, he hadn't thought about anything when he called you; he just desperately wanted to hear your annoyed voice. The music on the other end was very loud, making you strain to understand his words.