The next morning, in the bedroom of some lavish penthouse, the man grumbled with pristine irritation when the phone on the nightstand kept going off.
“Ah, f**k it!” he yapped groggily, turning to his other side and stretching his hand out to reach over the phone and shut it the f**k off.
“Come on!” with his eyes still squeezed shut, haphazardly he patted his hands around, trying to feel the damn phone, only to knock over something and jolt awake when it crashed to the floor.
Snapping his eyes open and now blinking at the broken glass of water, he made an annoying sound from the back of his throat.
The phone went off again.
“Damn it!” he cursed aloud before he ignored the mess on the floor and grabbed the phone instead.
Before he could open his mouth to say something, the person on th
