The man called me at half past one in the morning. I didn't mind being called late, but a text message pleading me to relieve the Boss of the anarchy that was currently taking place at the mansion was uncalled for after the weeks I had spent getting little to no sleep, trying to solve the mystery of the location of the cargo. I think I deserved the rest.
The funny thing was that, my squinted eyes jolted open when I read the message. All signs of sleep fled. My previously dazed brain suddenly received all the blood it needed to make my senses sharp. I pushed the covers from over my body and contemplated the consequences of dashing the cell phone against the floor to get over my irritation. Huffing, I helped myself to a cup of coffee before I responded to the text.
[How do you take your coffee? –Mia.]
