The shrill sound of my alarm pierced through the quiet room, dragging me from sleep. I groaned and reached toward the bedside table with eyes barely open.
7:15 a.m. Great. I slapped the top of the clock blindly, trying to find the off button. Just as I managed to silence it, my phone buzzed beside it.
Still half-asleep, I reached for it and squinted at the screen. A call from Mr. Simmons, the real estate agent. I quickly answered, my voice thick with sleep.
“Hello?”
“Good morning, Miss Mia. Just reminding you of our appointment today,” he said in a polite British accent. “We’re still on schedule for 9 a.m., right?”
I cleared my throat and sat up. “Yes, thank you for calling. I’ll be there.”
“Perfect. I’ll be expecting you at the office.”
The call ended, and I sighed, rubbing my eyes
