Chapter 85

MARK'S POV:

As I was peacefully asleep, suddenly I was abruptly awakened by the persistent, high-pitched ringing of my phone. Still feeling drowsy and disoriented, I reached out to my nightstand, groping around for the device while straining to focus on the bright screen. The caller ID flashed "Mr. Clinton," accompanied by his profile picture, instantly sparking a rush of urgency and apprehension within me.

“Hello," I mumbled, my voice still gravelly from sleep as I struggled to wake up.

“Good morning, Sir Mark," his voice was thick with concern, a tone that instantly sobered me up, and I could hear the worry in his tone as he greeted me.

"Mr. Clinton," I said, feeling a surge of alertness, "do you have any updates for me?"

There was a brief pause before he responded with a serious tone, "I need to see you as soon as possible. It's crucial."

"Of course," I responded, my heart fluttering with a hint of unease. "How about we meet at the same coffee shop where we had our last conversatio