Chapter Sixty-seven

When he woke up, everything looked pretty much the same. The curtains were drawn, the room was tidied and it was still dark. Surprisingly, his head wasn't pounding and he didn't have any sign of a hangover. That was the first surprise he was happy to receive.

He remained on his bed for a few minutes more, preferring to linger for a little while. He was in high spirits but he couldn't tell why. Looking around at the room which was suspiciously spotless, he began to wonder if it had always been like that or if someone else had somehow gained access to his room and tidied it. The cleaner never gained access to his room. That was something he was very particular about.

Rolling over, he checked his phone and yawned. It was four o'clock, quite early with no hangover, that was new.

Ten missed calls.

What was that about?

He'd only slept for about four hours and someone had called him ten times? It was a good thing he always had his phone set to do not disturb. Anyone who was calling him