Jay's phone buzzed insistently on the nightstand, vibrating against the wood like it was trying to shake him awake by sheer force. He groaned and rolled over, squinting at the screen. Elena. Missed calls. Dozens of them. No message. Just her relentless ringing. His chest tightened with a mix of irritation and dread.
"What the actual…?" Jay muttered under his breath. His brain wasn't ready for this level of morning assault. He rubbed his eyes and cursed silently. Roman's assistant, efficient to a fault and somehow terrifying without raising her voice, had found him.
He stumbled to the door, phone in hand. Opening it, he was met with her silhouette in the hallway. Arms crossed, expression sharp, she didn't even give him a second to apologize.
"Good morning," Jay muttered, wary.
