Movers

Ana

I woke up to the annoying sound of a vehicle beeping persistently just outside my window.

I turned and peered at my alarm clock through heavy eyes, 6:30 am!

I screamed into my pillow and threw off the covers in irritation. I went over to the window to see a moving truck backing up into my front porch.

Isn't it a little too early for this? Or is it that the almighty Mr. Pierce cannot wait to tie me down as his fake wife and to continue his evil machinations.

I hurried to my front door, yanking it open to tell them to either keep it down or come back later. I knew I was literally walking into trouble with my own two feet and I damn sure aren't in any hurry.

A professional-looking mover, clipboard in hand, greeted me with a nod.

“Morning, ma'am. We're here to move your belongings to Mr. Pierce's residence.”

I glared at him. “Do you know what time it is? Can't this wait?”

The mover shrugged. “Sorry, ma'am. Mr. Pierce's instructions were very clear. We need to get everything moved tod