The day after

You groan as you fumble around for your phone to turn the alarm off before slowly sitting up in bed. It takes you a while to orient yourself and remember where you are. You're back at the mansion. After fucking Pammy in the library yesterday, you had left her with certain instructions and with a satisfied grin on your face. Then, you had gone for a drink at the nearby watering hole you had frequented in college. 1 drink turned to a few, and you must have made your way back to the mansion using your magic rings at some point and passed out.

You look at the time, and it's almost noon. With a slight hangover, you decide it's too late to go in to work at the newspaper, and it's not like Laura would fire or reprimand you anyway. There's nothing she can do to you and both of you know it.

Eventually, you make your way downstairs to the kitchen and pour yourself a bowl of cereal. You eat in silence as you watch TV and check social media on your phone. As you switch channels to the news, you start to think about what your next blockbuster story is going to be about, when you realize you had forgotten about something.