Page 18 of The Billionaire's Wake-up-call Girl

And now there’s no service that will take him. And my repeated emails to the Canadian wake-up-call people haven’t been answered.

I thought I was on the docket!

“Damn,” I whisper. “damn damn damn.”

The only option is to call him myself, but what if Sasha finds out? She’ll fire me for sure.This number is to be used for wake-up services only.

Damn.

I look up to see Mia staring blearily at me. “They didn’t come through? With the call?”

“I’m sorry,” I say. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“I think it was the coffee smell.” She pads in and grabs a mug. “It’s okay. I have to memorize a scene for tonight.” She pours. “You didn’t get your test call?”

“No,” I say.

She leans on the counter across from me. “You have to call.”

“He’d figure out it was me, and Sasha is looking for a reason to fire me. Anyway, I don’t even know what a wake-up call says.” I check my phone for the hundredth time to make sure the ringer’s on and put it aside next to Mr. Drummond’s business card. “I can’t.”

“This is not rocket science,” Mia says. “He just needs a call.” She grabs my phone and pretends to dial. “Ringing.” She puts it to her ear and holds up a finger.

I smile wearily. Miawoulddo role-playing at a time like this. I suck down more coffee. I’m feeling punchy. Tired. I need a plan.

“Yes, hello,” Mia says into the phone, modeling how to do it. “This is your wake-up call…”

I narrow my eyes, imagining arrogant Mr. Drummond, so confident of his superiority to the rest of the human race.

I grab it. “Wake up, motherfucker,” I say. “It’s time to rise and shine, okay?”

Mia raises her hand like she wants the phone back, but it’s my turn.

I spin around. “It’s another day, full of promise and possibility, another opportunity for you to step over whatever people you step over on your way to wherever the hell you go at this weirdly stupid hour.”

Something soars in me.

I continue—with gusto, “Time to start your day of being a complete and utter asshole, a man who thinks he’s all that and totallyisn’t.And you need a wake-up call because you’re sooooo special. Because for whatever reason, you’re too much of an asshole to work an alarm clock like ninety-nine-point-nine-nine-nine percent of people are able to do.”

I turn back around to find Mia looking stunned. Maybe she didn’t think I had it in me. She’s the thespian of the household.

“Oh, wait.” I spin back around, continuing in a sweet voice now. “I’m sorry. You’re such an important person. I mean, oh my god! The whole world shivers in admiration.”

Mia’s behind me, grabbing my arm, like she wants a turn.

“The birds fall from the trees when you approach, stunned by your glory. Everybody can’t wait for you and your enchanting thoughts.” I pause, and then add, “Not.”

A rumbly voice sounds out. “What?”

I freeze and pull the phone away from my ear. I see that it’s a live call. I see that it’s been one minute and three seconds of me insulting Mr. Drummond nonstop.

I turn around. Mia’s eyes are wide, her hand clapped over her mouth.

“Hello?” Mr. Drummond repeats.

My thumb hits the hang-up button with lightning speed. I throw the thing onto the couch like it’s on fire.

“Omigod, I’m so sorry!” Mia says, frantic. “I’m so sorry. Omigod, I thought…”

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