I’m awoken by the wailing of my phone buzzing and beeping beside my bed. I snatch it and check the caller ID:
Unknown.
I almost don’t answer, but then I notice that it’s 2 a.m. and a tiny voice inside me questions what kind of spam caller would be calling at 2 a.m. So I pick up.
“Hello?”
“Sofia.” Instantly I’m awake.
“Mr. Cr—I mean, Dominik?”
“A car will be buy your apartment in twenty minutes,” he says simply. “Be ready. Wear something sexy.”
Before I can respond, he hangs up.
Panic floods my body. I sit up, praying that in a moment I’ll wake up and realize I’m dreaming. But that doesn’t happen. I’m still sitting in my apartment, in the dark, staring at the ugly orange light seeping through my window from the streetlamp outside.
A car? Something sexy? Is he joking? I have the lea
