The annoying ringtone of my phone frightened me out of my sleep and when I picked it up to find out who was calling, a gasp escaped me as I glanced at the time.
Why was Rafael Montero calling me at four in the morning?
Did he want to get sacrificed?
"What," I snapped groggily after I answered the phone, too tired to give a fuck about being polite.
"I need your help. Get to the office now," he rattled off in a tone that left no room for discussion then hung up abruptly.
What the actual fuck!
I didn't want to go anywhere but back to sleep right now.
There was nothing I hated more than getting up before the sun rose.
It felt fucking illegal.
"Fuck," I muttered as I threw the blankets off me so I could get out of bed.
It was colder than a bitch.
Whatever the hell Montero woke me up for better be very damn important.
As the first droplets of water from the showerhead came in contact with my skin, I immediately jumped away from the freezing spray, now wide awake, because I had stupidly forgotten to turn the nozzle to the hot water side.
This small inconvenience made me so mad that I punched my showerhead hard.
I still don't know what I was trying to accomplish at that point, all I knew was that I need coffee, an energy drink, something to clear the thick fog of tiredness that gathered around my head, oh yes, and I hated Rafael Montero irrevocably.
He was evil.
After showering and changing into my clothes, I brushed my teeth quickly and then grabbed an energy drink from the fridge.
Mel and I burned through a good amount of those when we were planning the wedding because exhaustion was not an option if we wanted to get everything done on time.
Oh my God, just thinking about it was making me tired again.
I grabbed my phone from my bedside table and then left the apartment before Mr. Boss-man could ring my line again.
As I drove to the office, my head began to spin as the effects of the energy drink started to kick in.
I also started to feel kind of queasy too, maybe drinking that much caffeine on an empty stomach was a bad idea.
After arriving at my destination, I dashed inside the empty building and made a beeline for the elevators.
"What took you so long?"
I gasped in indignation as I exited the elevator, "Do you think I live next door, or better yet, do you think I know Barry Allen?"
He just stared at me in silence.
"Sorry," I sighed, "I'm not used to being up this early."
He still said nothing, only beckoned for me to follow him.
You sure are talkative today," I muttered quietly, staring at his back as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.
He suddenly stopped walking and I haphazardly crashed into his hard body then crumpled to the floor like a ball of paper.
Maybe I should look into some iron pills because what the hell?
"Fuck, are you okay?" He questioned in alarm as he grabbed my hand and pulled me up from the floor which I had been sprawled out on a few seconds ago.
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Rafael
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