Cynthia’s POV
I’m deep in the bliss of my much-needed sleep when the incessant ringing of my phone yanks me out of it.
My eyes flutter open, squinting at the brightness of the screen flashing beside me.
Who the hell is disturbing my sleep this early? Even though it’s past 12 p.m., to me, it’s still early. After the exhausting outreach yesterday, the last thing I want is to be disturbed.
Agnes. My PA.
Her name flashes across the screen, and immediately my face contorts in a scowl. Anger surges through me.
She knows better than to call me at this hour, especially when I’ve informed them I’m not coming to the office today.
I’ve warned her a thousand times about this, and if she’s calling me for something trivial, she’s as good as fired.
I grab my phone, my fingers gripping it tightly,
