Clyde got a phonecall in the middle of the night. The noise woke him up from his lucid dream and he was a bit grateful for that.
He grabbed his phone from the bedside table and he answered the call.
Silence.
Clyde rubbed his eyes before speaking, confused about the silence.
"Hello? Whose this?" He asked the person from the other line.
"Sir Clyde?" He heard the other person on the other end of the line.
"Hmm? What is it?" Clyde asked him with a frown.
"Sir Clyde... can we meet tomorrow?" Clyde blinked twice and he sighed. Remembering the meeting he had with this guy's father.
"Harold, I am busy tomorrow, I'll text you next time when I am free,"Clyde said and he waited for Harold to speak.
"Sir Clyde... I want to meet you," Harold said and Clyde felt something was wrong with this guy.
