The alarm clock violently rips me from sleep at the ungodly hour of 4:45 AM. For the briefest moment, I consider throwing it across the room.
I groan, reaching blindly for my phone and squinting at the screen.
Ugh. Why does the clock look like that? My brain? Because it’s 4:45 AM, you moron.
Right. The meeting.
I scheduled the meeting at 6 AM on purpose, fully prepared to suffer if it means making Adrian’s life miserable. He deserves it.
After ignoring my emails, giving me spreadsheets thicker than an encyclopedia, and treating PR like it's a waste of oxygen, this is my revenge.
He thinks he can ignore me? Let’s see how he ignores me when he’s half-asleep and miserable.
I force myself out of bed, my body moving like a zombie, my limbs not cooperating. My blanket betrays m
