Martin's POV
A persistent knocking on my door jolted me from a shallow sleep. I groaned, rolling over and burying my face in the pillow, hoping it would go away. I hadn't gotten much sleep, and now that I was finally drifting off again, someone decided to ruin it.
Another knock. Louder this time. Can't the person just go away? No, the person answered with another knock.
“f**k!” I groaned, turning my face away from the pillow. "What do you want?" I snapped, my voice hoarse with irritation.
"Good morning, sir," came Sarah’s voice from the other side.
I knew it. Sarah was the only one with the courage to disturb my sleep. That woman has a way of crossing the line.
I sighed, already regretting my tone. "There’s nothing good about the morning, Sarah. Why are you disturbing me?"
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