The blaring ringtone of the phone pulled Ethan out of sleep. He groaned, dragged the pillow over his face and pressed it down. Whatever it was could wait. He had not gotten to bed until past two in the morning, and he was not ready to deal with anything or anyone before at least nine.
The phone went quiet, and he exhaled slowly, already drifting back under. Then it started again.
"Jesus Christ."
He reached out for his phone on the bedside table without opening his eyes and brought it close to his face. The screen was bright in the dark room, and he squinted at it, still half asleep.
Sixteen missed calls.
He blinked, certain he was still half asleep and misreading it. His assistant, Jacob, had called him five times. His PR manager, Derrick, called four times. Three department heads. Tw
