Chapter Nine
Zack awoke to the sound of his OptiGlasses ringing. He squirmed a little on his Egyptian cotton sheets, one of the few luxuries he’d brought into the apartment—other than his gaming console. Good sheets and a good bed made such a difference. The ringing came again, and Zack groaned. At least it wasn’t the overly cheerful DaEvo tune, thank goodness. Just a normal ringtone from his video calling app. He fumbled with the glasses, stabbing himself in the eye before he managed to put them on.
Phil’s face filled Zack’s field of vision. The trustee did not look happy.
“What the hell is this?” he asked, waving a tablet too quickly for Zack to see what was on the screen.
“Morning,” Zack muttered, rubbing his eyes and once again wishing this was a bad dream. He missed the days when
