The phone rang in my pocket while having breakfast with Merry and my father. It was 8:03. Waking up early was a habit, and once you had the habit, it was difficult to sleep in. As for Merry, she disagreed with my opinion, finding no trouble at all in waking up late on Saturdays and Sundays.
"You can take it," my father said, nodding. I knew he considered it bad manners to have a phone call by the table during mealtimes, so I usually avoided picking up the phone when it happened. However, this one felt important, and making a gang boss wait was quite scary.
"Hello?" I slid the green button to the right and placed it against my ear. A man's voice came from the other side, one that I recognized as belonging to the man from the barbershop.
"Hello, Nikolas. Our boss told us to bring you to work. The events start four hours from now, at noon. Do you remember where the barbershop is located? The one I captured you in."
