Chapter 94

AMELIA Ilie in bed and wait for the damn room to stop spinning. Since when did they make that a feature in hotels? I giggle to myself and sip some water from the bottle I brought up with me. It’s stupidly late—or stupidly early, depending on what end of the day you start from. I see now why James and James organizes these shindigs for a Friday night. At least nobody needs to be at work tomorrow. Except really important people like Drake, of course. Mr. High and Mighty. Mr. Pompous I-Work-So-Much-Harder-Than-Anyone-Else Asshole. Mr. Cum Face. Mr. Big Bastard McDouchebag. I giggle some more, and realize I probably need some coffee. I’m still drunk, and I know from experience that there’s no point in trying to go to sleep when I’m drunk. There’s that spinning room thing going on, plus I need to pee and I feel a little nauseous. And I can’t stop thinking about Mr. Big Arms O’Shit-Heel. I manage to use the coffee machine, which of course makes me superior to Drake in at least one way. I mig