The sound of his phone ringing pulled Starry from sleep. His body was warm under the sheets, but the noise wouldn’t stop. With a sigh, he reached for his phone on the nightstand. His voice was rough from sleep as he answered, cursing under his breath a little when he realized it had to be something about work.
“This is Starry.”
“Sir, sorry for calling so early,” a manager’s voice came through the line. “We received an email this morning. It’s about a top client. There’s an issue that needs your immediate attention.”
Starry sat up, rubbing his eyes. “What kind of issue?”
“The client might be reconsidering their deal with Wordsworth. We’re not sure yet, but the tone of the email suggests they are thinking of walking away. We need to act fast.”
Starry frowned. The company had built stron
