I woke up at 4:30 a.m., looking outside as the sun was about to rise. There's nothing better in the summertime than sipping coffee while watching the sky slowly brighten. I reached for my phone on the bedside table and turned it on. The moment the screen lit up, I saw Robert’s name appear six times—four missed calls and two messages. I quickly opened the messages.
Hey bro, how’s the trip? By the way, I couldn’t reach you. Call me as soon as you see this.
Without hesitation, I dialed his number.
“Hey, is something wrong?” I asked.
“Yeah. No—actually, not really. Amy just wanted me to give you a call and ask for your help. She’s been bugging me,” he said, sounding mildly annoyed. It made me chuckle.
“Anything within my expertise—why not?”
“I already called her secretary. Actually, Amy
