Chapter 17. My Turn, This Time

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Alexis Solace [1ST PERSON POV] [THE DAY BEFORE]

I feel something cold on my forehead.

I tried to take a deep breath, but as expected, my nose was clogged up, so I had to gasp for breath, sighing at this predicament. I reached to my forehead, feeling a wet rag. I can’t believe I’m sick at this age. What about work—

I WAS AT WORK!

I snapped my eyes open to see an unfamiliar ceiling with this fancy light fixture and looked at my sides to see myself laid out on an endless bed, the biggest I’ve ever been on, which isn’t much of a selection since I’ve lived all my life sleeping on a single-sized bed.

Where the h*ll am I? I sat up to see more than just the ceiling, as pretty as it was, and my eyes glued to a door by the end of the room. I gulped.

A modern chandelier, an office-like bedroom, glass walls with a view of the city. I breathed through my teeth upon realizi