Cahill
My eyes flutter open and the first thing they get fixated on is the ajar window that is pouring the morning sun right into my face.
I can recall spending last night drinking myself to a stupor, though I cannot tell if I damaged anything or not.
I'm having a migraine right now and because the sun is glaring directly at me, it feels like death itself.
I curse under my breath and turn to the other side of the bed, not willing to get up just yet because I hate my life and every other thing that has to do with it.
It feels fucked up that I have to get tortured like this.
"Alpha Cahill, you have a meeting in the next two hours.." It's no other person than Simone in my room. He's been here, waiting for me to get up. And I whirl my head around to see him completely dressed, ready for the day.
"How long have you been here?" I inquire, rubbing my hands over my face to completely erase sleep from my heavy eyes.
