The morning sunlight seeped through the curtains of Joe’s room, promising a peaceful start to the day, but Joe had no intention of getting up. The stress of the previous day still fresh in his mind. He rolled over, burying his face in the pillow, hoping for just a few more hours of sleep. During that moment, his phone buzzed on the nightstand. Groaning, Joe stretched out his hand, grabbed the phone, and squinted at the screen. It was a missed call from Mr. Adam. The sight of the name made him scowl. “Not today,” Joe muttered, tossing the phone aside. He pulled the covers over his head, determined to ignore whatever crisis awaited him. The phone buzzed again, vibrating insistently. Joe ignored it, turning onto his side with a grunt of frustration. A few seconds later, a loud banging noise filled his ears. Someone was pounding on the door. “Who is it?” Joe shouted, his voice muffled by the blankets. “It’s me, Mr. Adam,” came the reply. “Joe, you need to get up now.” Joe groa
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