Artemis’ POV
I lifted my head from the study table in my room.
The page of the book I was reading last night, The secrets to being a successful businessman, stuck to the side of my face.
The room felt chilly as cool air rushed in from the opened window at the side of my bed.
The cold weather hinted that it had rained last night, probably a few minutes after I had drifted to sleep.
The sky, now bright and clear, implied that it was morning.
I had to get to work soon.
Getting up, I stretched out, my neck sore and with a cramp, a consequence of the position I held it in throughout the night.
I got undressed and wrapped a towel around my waist and moved to the bathroom.
I picked up my brush and toothpaste, walking to the sink, a mirror hung above it.
I looked worn out.
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