Chapter 2
The next morning I was extremely hung over and not feeling well. It might have been all the free alcohol that ‘Wilson’ had been pouring into me. Dar didn’t look good either, but was playing the big-tough-Marine card and wouldn’t admit to it. We got off the elevator together and walked down the hall to the main kitchen. My family had grown less formal since the revolution. Instead of big and overly formal dressy events, we now had nice quiet meals together in the breakfast nook off the kitchen. As I opened the door, the bright light shining through the windows practically blinded me and a sharp pain entered my head. “Ooh, sun…”
My father and sister were already sitting at the table. Standing off to one side were their permanent bodyguards. When we opened the door, both of those
