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Chapter 8: Amnesia

DNM Dev team did a QnA stream tonight, where we announced the release of the source code as well as a Mac and Linux build!

Song of the chapter is Amnesia by Roxen

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  Selever awoke that morning with a raging hangover and the smell of bacon and eggs coming from his kitchen.

Which made no sense, because he'd never cooked a single thing in that kitchen in his entire life.

He reluctantly pulled himself from his black satin duvet, and slipped on a plush red robe laying nearby. He felt cold and clammy as the drugs began to wear their way out of his system. He didn't even care that the back of his robe was bedazzled with gaudy rhinestones spelling out "Strawberry Pimp", a gag gift he'd received from a fellow club owner.

He slouched out of his bedroom and paused as he saw his secretary take a cup of espresso from Julius, who flipped the omelet in his only frying pan onto a plate and set it down at the eat-in breakfast bar.

"Milly?"

The woman took a deep sip of her brew, completely unruffled as she gave her employer a long look. "Finally he emerges. I should turn in my two weeks' notice, but then who would make sure you do your job and keep your business running, Mr. Morningstar?"

She stood on her spike heels and stalked across the floor before she reared back and slapped him across the face. "Don't you ever do that to me again, sir. You're lucky you had a friend like Julius here to drag you home." She grabbed the sleeve of his robe and practically shoved him into the bar stool in front of the plate.

"Now eat that, we have a meeting I've managed to put off for a fortnight and I'm not going to reschedule again."

He looked at the plate, to Julius, to Milly, and back to the plate. Julius rolled his eyes.

"Oh for fuck's sake Sel, just because it's not your mom's cooking doesn't mean I fucking poisoned it. Eat before I force-feed you."

"What are you doing here? Why are you doing this?"

Julius gave him a level glare. "Sel. Babe. Honey. Do you not remember last night?"

Selever shifted. "I fucked up. I remember that. But a lot of last night was a blur."

Milly gave Julius a look, and stood. "I'm going to go down to the office. I think this is a conversation you two better have in private."

Julius waited until he heard the elevator begin to descend before he exploded at his best friend.

"You seriously don't remember last night at all? You were high as a fucking kite and three sheets to the wind, Sel! Ras told me it was bad but fuck, you were barely coherent and you look like death! You really have no idea how fucking awful you look do you?!"

He pushed his fists to his forehead in frustration. "Selever, you're a fucking mess! I've been watching you for a few weeks now and tracking your movements. You've been wandering LA like a fucking zombie high and drunk for two weeks! You hadn't come home at all, your secretary was having to run your clubs for you because you weren't coming into the office, you didn't even eat anything solid! I found you puking alcohol in a crappy strip club because you literally had nothing else in your sorry excuse for a body!"

He cut himself off with a growl of rage, and flung his arms down, glaring down the Antichrist with chest heaving. Selever was looking back at him like a deer caught in the lights of a semi-truck, curled into himself and his ridiculous robe. He looked so small. So lost.